Scary Heights, Wary Life
I fought my fear of heights.
The day was sunny and bright.
That day I went to the mountain
To see the grand fountain.
I rode a ski lift
And saw the snow drifts.
Even though I was late
The experience was great.
That was the day
I had no delay.
I faced my fear
And it was music to my ears.
I would have no tears
Because I faced my fears.
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