Songtext von Facing The Sun

We will facing the sun, waiting for these tings to come We smiling high watching the good things passing by Pretend the feeling fine, but inside we're crying sometimes It ain't what it seems, nothing but a dream And the faces get void and the lights getting thin And the roads become uneven, so we don't know where we've been And those who doubt us, will soon believe We are never supposed to win or even to achieve.