I do feel awkward... ah well, life is in me and I feel good

A poem from my recent story, called the Smalls

With the sun on our backs we look ahead
Not listening to their bitter cries
That tommorrow our world may be dead
But we must push on through, 
past their words and their lies

To the high moutain top we will go,
And breathe in air untouched by man
We'll forget all the hate we came to know
And learn again to dream
Iike we used to when we began

Our dreams will keep us safe and warm
As the Earth slowly fades to black
Well feast on memories through the storm
Of the days that we created
When we stood with the sun at our back