fearless

 You say the hill's too steep to climb, climbing
 You say you'd like to see me try, climbing
 You pick the place and I'll choose the time 
 And I'll climb the hill in my own way
 Just wait a while for the right day
 And as I rise above the tree-lines and the clouds 
 I look down, hearing the sound 
 of the things you've said today

 Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smiling
 Merciless the magistrate turns 'round, frowning
 And who's the fool who wears the crown
 No doubt 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
Pink Floyd: Fearless