Our Greatest Year

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

Still it's hard to cruel to you