Fearless
You say the hill's too steep to climb, climbingYou say you'd like to see me try, climbingYou pick the place and I'll choose the timeAnd I'll climb the hill in my own wayJust wait a while for the right dayAnd as I rise above the tree-lines and the cloudsI look down hearing the soundOf the things you've said today
Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smilingMerciless the magistrate turns round, frowningAnd who's the fool who wears the crownNo doubt in your own wayAnd every day is the right dayAnd as you rise above the fear-lines in his browYou look down hear the sound of the faces in the crowd