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.