In the ashes of our greatest year I forced the point and gave them grief As if I find relief to see the worst in everyone Still it's hard to be cruel to you I wish I could- no that's not it See what I mean to say is this In this mad world it's hard to see the imperfection in your smile And it's hard to be true to you Even though I run away from you, I'm sorry I wish I had chosen to be true I'm sorry, I miss your disposition and your strength I'll miss your disposition and your Strength to see the best in everyone