The rose unto itself that I know.
Is a thing of beauty and grace,
With petals as soft as a dove
And a scent that is like a dream.

The rose unto itself that I know
Is a thing of mystery and wonder,
With thorns that can cut and sting
But also protect its heart.

The rose unto itself that I know
Is a thing of strength and resilience,
With roots that can reach deep into the earth
And a will to survive.

The rose unto itself that I know
Is a thing of love and hope,
With a smile that can light up a room
And a heart that is full of joy.

The rose unto itself that I know
Is a thing of magic and wonder,
A gift from the gods above
To remind us of the beauty of life.

So let us all be like the rose,
Beautiful and strong and resilient,
With a heart full of love and hope.

Let us let our light shine bright,
And let our beauty be a beacon of hope
To those who are lost and afraid.

Let us be the rose unto ourselves,
And let us make the world a more beautiful place.