He was an artist and a writer and a poet and a friend in a man's life he will

take a fall but how low he goes it just depends he's shooting dope in the

men's room at the station daly city train have you ever seen an angel well I

know I have they'll stay here for a while and then they'll fly away Jackyl had

a beer in his hand last time I seen him when he rolled the dice he never

thought twice never thought twice about being here some grown up and some grow

old but what about the kid who never learned the rules spent all these years

on this earth when you look back it's just a flicker of time Jackyl was one

of the one's that he was one of the one's that was already saved through all

the evil and wreckage he maintained a sense of himself some men are in prison

even though they walk the streets at night other men who got the lockdown are

free as a bird in flight