You say the hill's too steep to climb.
Climb it.
You say you'd like to see me try
Climbin'.
You choose the place and I'll choose the time.
And I'll climb in my own way.
And everyday is a right day.
And as I rise above
The tree lines in the clouds,
I'll look down,
Hear the sound of
The things you said today.
Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd,
Smiling.
Nothing waits, the majistrate turns 'round,
Frowning.
I know the fool who wears the crown.
Go down your own way.
And every day is the right day.
And as you rise above
The fear lines in the crowd,
You look down,
Hear the sound of
The faces in the crowd.

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