My Light Is Always On

By Patrick Mustang RabalaisThe clock on the wall says it’stwo in the morningThe world is asleep, but theheavy hearts wakeA fresh drip pot of coffee isready to makeI walk to the garage door, unlockthe dead boltI'll leave the door opened, thescreen door closedAnd the garage lights onFor the person that gave me a callYou don’t have to carry the darknight alone.‘Cause I’m open twenty-fourhours a daySeven days a week, I am stayingright hereSit at my table, wash the worryawayTell me your troubles, I’m readyto hearSeventy-four years of this roadI have traveledGave me some wisdom whenall seems dark to youWhen the weight of the worldhas completely unraveledMy door is wide open for you.We'll sit in the quiet, the steamsoftly risingFrom our coffee mugs, as thenight turns to dawnI'll give you the best sound adviceI can findFrom decades of falling, andlearning, and risingFrom all of the chapters I’ve leftfar behindBut if my own words start to failor run hollowThere’s a Book on the table withpages…

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