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Meet Me At The Table


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 empty shoes

Waiting until you have to choose

Trying hard not to move

Taking sips like you have nothing to prove


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