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?