I look up to cry the tears of the sky,

The gray pasture covering me in its familiar cold

I am crushed under the weight.

People would say to me, Stand up, you’re fine.

And I would try, Oh how I would try.

I would make it to my knees

To fall again;

All the time the whispers of You’re fine

Running through the back of my mind.

In front lies, See me, Save me.

But who can defend against the sky?