You say the hill's too steep to climb 
Climb it. 
You say you'd like to see me try 
Climbing. 

You pick the place and I'll choose the time 
And I'll climb 
That 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? 
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. 

 -Pink Floyd, Fearless