Fearless

You say the hill’s too steep to climb

Chiding

You say you’d like to see me try

Climbing

You pick the place and I’ll choose the

time

And I will

climb that hill in my

own way

Just wait a while for the

right day

And as I rise above the

tree line and the clouds

I look

down, hearing the

sound of the things you’ve said to-

day

Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd

Smiling

Merciless the magistrate turns ’round

Frowning

And who’s the fool who wears the

crown?

And go

down in your

own way

And every day is the

right day

And as you rise above the

fear-lines in his brow

You look

down, hearing the

sound of the faces in the

crowd