Who takes care of the eldest one, The girl who's always on the run? She holds the weight, she stands so tall, But who will catch her if she falls?
She's the anchor, strong and true, But who's her light when skies aren't blue? She fights the storm, she hides her pain, Yet seeks a shelter from the rain.
She's the first to give, the last to take, In quiet tears, her heart can break. But who will hear her whispered call, And lift her up when she feels small?
So, who takes care of the eldest one? A heart that shines like morning sun. She needs a hand, a gentle smile, To rest her soul, just for a while.