Focusing on reality is getting harder everyday.
Just to wake up in the morning I have to pray.
I pray every night for a better tomorrow.
To hope one day to rid of this sorrow.
This feeling inside is the demon, I know.
But every day I fight for it not to show.
I put on a fake smile for all to see.
But it's come to the point where I want to flee.
Get away from this town and start over fresh.
Because these emotions inside don't seem to mesh
With the reality of it all, just I do have it good.
And I know my unhappiness is misunderstood.
It seems to me god only knows.
Because every time I'm said he cries for my throes.
With his tears of rain, he's giving me sign.
That after all the pain everything will be fine.
His cries are the rain and the victory is a rainbow.
Anything worth having will always come slow.
You have to look inside yourself for the worth
Of all the pain, the rainbow is the mirth.
So keep your head up and happiness will appear.
And soon you'll be full of smiles and cheer.
