It's like trying to get the honey,
But instead you find the bees.
And they decide they want to sting you
When you're halfway down the tree.
You wish to pick yourself a rose;
It's beautiful in every way.
But watch where you put your hands,
For it's the thorns that join the fray.
It's like trying to see the good,
When all there is is bad.
It's hard to be joyful
When life just seems so sad.
If you want to get the apple,
Then you'll have to climb the tree.
Just accept things the way they are,
Because that's the way it's meant to be.