I call you my oak
It has always been true
The thought that you're there
And I can always count on you...
You're meant to be the younger one
But always cared for us
You had to grow before your time
But did not make a fuss.
And since today's your birthday
I just wanted to say
That I thank God always
For bringing you my way
You are my oak forever
My younger older brother
And I think you were brought to us
To make up for a father...
Thank you!
