There is nothing like honeybees Flying up into the trees They look so free in the breeze But finding a home can be hard Every time you think it’s good, it falls like a house of cards Like the only place that’s right would be the graveyard Staring at her profile The mirror has its own demands and denials She tries to give them the tears of crocodile Something may change, the world may freeze And free up space to ease Her mind at rest, her body of seas Although it can be hard to not be on guard The way that she’s trying isn’t marred Only thing she can do is hope she doesn’t end scarred She let go of the hostile So, she shrugged and turned with a smile For the truth had been there all the while