What he is to me ?
A question, I often ask myself
Sometimes he's like a father should be
protecting me, guiding me...
Sometimes he's like a brother
helpful but also playful
And telling me not to bother
and always keep my cool
Another time he's like a friend
Standing by me when I need him
Promising me his friendship never to end
Nearer to me than my own kin
Sometimes he acts like a lover
But dares not to say it out loud
So he must stay forever undercover
Near me, he seems extremely proud
That's what he is to me
Father, brother, friend, lover
All of these things, can't you see
Took me quite some time to discover
And we'll keep holding on
Through good and bad
To what we consider
The most precious in life
For us this feels like home
That's what he is to me