Torture

I'm afraid to look to the sky, and I don't know why. 

I think it might be because I know I'll see God, and I won't be able to make eye contact because of my dirt ridden soul. 

I'm afraid that I'll get a drop of water in my eye, and heaven forbid they see me cry.

I learned my whole life to toughen up and no matter how sore it makes my throat, to hold back the tears because these grey clouds can't mean rain. We need shine from you, son.