She was the first to feel the weight,
The crown of thorns she learned to take,
The one who´s always standing tall,
but no one ever sees her fall.

The pride, the joy, the first in line,
But she never gets the chance to cry,
She carries it all, but on her own,
The forgotten child, the one alone.

She’s the rock, she’s the shield,
But who will heal the wounds she feels?
Too old to ask, too young to break
She’s learned to bend but never shake.

She’s the light, but she’s the ghost,
The one who gives but never boasts.
Too scared to ask, too proud to show,
How heavy the burden, how far it goes.

And one day she´ll fall, and no one will know,
The strength it took just to let go,
But she always been the one to rise,
With a smile that hides the tears in her eyes.

So take a moment, see her now
Before she burns out, before she bows.
She’s the first to carry, the last to break,
But there’s only so much her heart can take.

The oldest daughter, she carries it all,
The weight of the world, the silent call.
The oldest daughter, the first-born child,
She´ll carry it all, she´ll put up a fight.
The oldest daughter, she´ll break the seal,
So one day she´ll let go and finally heal.

The oldest daughter,
The petals of a rose, her grace concealed,
But thorns cut deep, and wounds don’t heal.