In the ashes of our greatest yearI forced the point and gave them griefAs if I find relief to see the worst in everyoneStill it’s hard to be cruel to youI wish I could- no that’s not itSee what I mean to say is thisIn this mad world it’s hard to see the imperfection in your smileAnd it’s hard to be true to youEven though I run away from you, I’m sorryI wish I had chosen to be trueI’m sorry, I miss your disposition and your strengthI’ll miss your disposition and yourStrength to see the best in everyoneStill it’s hard to cruel to you