Fearless

You say the hill's too steep to climb Try it You say you'd like to see me try Climb it You pick the place and I'll choose the time And I'll climb that hill my own way I'll wait around for the right day And as we rise above the treelines and the clouds And look down Hear the sound of the things you said today Fearless the idiot faced the crowd Smiling Merciless the magistrate tied a line Frowning But who's the fool who wears the crown And goes down in his own way Where every day is the right day And as you rise above the felines in his brow And look down Hear the sound of the faces in the crowd