My angel

Yes, I have an angel, yes, it is true,
But you probably don't believe me do you?
The first time I saw him, I took a few steps back,
Because who I saw was Sirius Black,
He was white and transparent, with his long black hair,
But when I reached my hand out to touch him, all I felt was air,
Now I only see him every now and then,
For he is a special guy, my protector, my friend,
He hugs me tight when I'm sad,
and calms me down when I'm mad,
I know he's here with me, although he's not always shown,
And now I'm aware that I'm never alone.
A/N- and this is true, freaky, yeah? Sometimes it's freaky to think that
there's always an angel following you, mate. But, an angel follows you,
too. You don't need to see something to believe that it's there, savvy? So
I don't care if you believe me or not. But, you'll have to face it someday.
Let me put it this way, have you ever felt pressure on your shoulder when
you're upset or when you feel alone? When you're crying, haven't you ever
felt something close in around you? If, you have, that's your angel. You
just have to accept the fact that you don't have to see things visually, to
know that they're real, savvy? Enough lecture from me today, mate. I'm
boring myself, sorry, mate.