My door is always open
My kettle is always on
I’m here with a shoulder
For you to cry upon
You can tell me anything
Your secrets I can keep
You can phone me anytime, day or night
Even when I am asleep
If you live in solitude
Or your heart is filled with grief
If you suffer from low self-esteem
I can build your self-belief
I am everybody’s rock
But who is there for me?
Who cares for the carer?
I think you will agree
The more you do for others,
The less they do for you
It's the way society is now
But that is just my view.
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 3:06 PM UTC
My door is always open
My kettle is always on
I’m here with a shoulder
For you to cry upon
You can tell me anything
Your secrets I can keep
You can phone me anytime, day or night
Even when I am asleep
If you live in solitude
Or your heart is filled with grief
If you suffer from low self-esteem
I can build your self-belief
I am everybody’s rock
But who is there for me?
Who cares for the carer?
I think you will agree
The more you do for others,
The less they do for you
It's the way society is now
But that is just my view.