Fearless - David Gilmour, Roger Waters

    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-line 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 around, 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 hear the sound of the faces in the crowd

    Marco Giunco
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