6.The Path
To hit the mark, to bring the rain, to take a climb, the path to
fame.
I sat dreaming alone, then it came out of nowhere, An all too
familiar voice with a false face：the voice of the jealous.
It's less than encouraging.
The walls have been closing in.
Though in droves the masses came, years from now they'll
say：From the way out from the way out, fools rushing over the
hills, there to watch him fall.
And there amidst a sleeplessnight it came to me： Endurance,
endurance, it came to me.
Now nothing can stop me or keep me in line.
Get out of the way as I take to the sky.
It's hard to discern all the motives I see.
One thing's for sure, when the crowds have dispersed and
forgotten me, And forgotten their dreams, I'll still be all that
I am I am more than just a clown for you.
Hear me, and know it to be true.
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