Poem For A Friend

I've got a friend that whispers oh so sad confessions in my ear Till the morning comes and soothing dark is taken by the fear He would lead all pleasure to a place that no one ever finds Till he found himself to be lost in the strife of heart and mind Once it was the healing but now it's the disease Oh Jackson You picked up sand It was running out of hands I've got a friend that watches all conviction going down the drain To know the evil from the good's not in his power, he explains So once I've been a giver but now I am the thief Oh Jackson You picked up sand It was running out of hands Oh Jackson Make it glass and see it through To see I'm always there for you You've got a beautiful head, I can tell by what you said About hands and claws, about friends and love Oh Jackson! Oh Jackson! Oh, make it glass and see it through To see we're always there for you