Once I pictured us all as flowers, ones that looked the same.
All of us just plain flowers,
plain flowers with no names.
Then out there in those flowers,
appeared this one red rose,
and how this one rose got there?
No one recalls or knows.
But out of all the flowers,
whenever I recall,
it seems like I remember,
that one rose most of all.
So dont live as the forgotten flowers,
that no one recalls or knows.
Stand out and be remembered,
Just like that one red rose.
