To hit the mark, to bring the rain, to take a climb, the path to fame. nI sat dreaming alone, then it came out of nowhere, An all too familiar voice with a false face: the voice of the jealous. nIt’s less than encouraging. nThe walls have been closing in. nThough 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. nAnd there amidst a sleeplessnight it came to me: Endurance, endurance, it came to me. nNow nothing can stop me or keep me in line. nGet out of the way as I take to the sky.nIt’s hard to discern all the motives I see.nOne 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.nHear me, and know it to be true.