I remembered when I get closed to you
You told me what you're to me
I am likely going to became and
That's what I became your fourth son.
You have happily worried about how what I eat
When I am sick you've stuck by my side.
During times I've had intrigues suffers at work
You always listen to me with your whole heart,
You care about me because of what I am
Or but because most of all you realized
I am struggling... Deeply lonely like your blood
You tried to be my friend, a shoulder and an ear
You always an extra hand
For your love, thoughtfulness and other kindness
I can't forget you as long as we both live.
As you share my emotions and refighting your battles
I give you my thanks.
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