Take off your bedroom slippers. Put on your marching shoes ' he said his voice rising as applause and cheers mounted. 'Shake it off. Stop complainin'. Stop grumblin'. Stop cryin'. We are going to press on. We have work to do.
I listened motionless and still And as I mounted up the hill The music in my heart I bore Long after it was heard no more.
The thing you fear most has no power. Your fear of it is what has the power. Facing the truth really will set you free.