Everyone has a symbol
A symbol that makes you, you
It describes yourself
The Black Rose
Mysterious
Depressed
And troubled
That's mine
What's yours
The symbol could be anything
Could be a symbol of love
Or of hate
Or maybe even happiness
Anything, anything at all
use your imagination
Let your mind run free
When someone asks you to describe yourself
Hand then your symbol
Have them guess
Ask them what yours represents
Then tell them
They will know the true you
No mask to hide behind
Express yourself
I pass you a black rose as my symbol
