Black Bricks of Midnight

When you're really down and out. Pay close attention to who's still hanging around. Who's sticking it out with you till the end... of the fire. Who's rubbing your heart with the elixir of hope. These are the flecks of gold in your pan. They're rare for certain-never let them go. How many things in life can ignite the soul. A downstream friend is one of them. Get rid of all the rest. They're nothing but rhinestone buzzards. Measuring the thickness of your ankles with that forever hunger. Waiting for the big stumble. To pluck the jewels from your eyes Then carve them into dice- Then roll your soul against the black bricks of midnight.