Alarm kicks on the radio
Picking out words to a song I know
Sunlight through an open door
Shining on scars that weren’t there before
Fell asleep in dirty clothes
With muddy shoes and battered bones
My body aches from heavy loads
A mind weighed down by a laden soul
Kettle will be ready soon
Singing out its lonesome tune
Morning tea that speaks to you
Warming in ways my words can’t do
Staring at your empty shoes
Waiting until you have to choose
Trying hard not to move
Taking sips like you got nothing to
If I feel uneasy, does it show?
If you’re on the mend, won’t I know?
Take a seat and linger on this note
Tell me about it
When I leave my bed to clear my head
You make me feel able
When you're weak come to speak
Meet me at the table