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I can feel something hovering over me,

Something's there I cannot see.

I hear a whisper, it says my name,

I'm not hallucinating, it's not a game.



There's someone watching every move I make,

By my side with every breath I take.

I don't believe it's here to hurt me at all,

But instead, here to catch me whenever I fall.



Sometimes I get freaked out at night,

Wondering if my life will turn out right.

I feel deep inside even when I'm down and out,

That I'm somehow protected, I haven't any doubt.



I've sensed things before, things I just can't explain.

I want to tell someone, but I know I must refrain.

They'd all think that I'm crazy, or maybe that I'm dreaming.

Although I remain silent, my mind is screaming!



What the hell is with me?  What's going on with my mind?

Is it something of a supernatural kind?

Whatever it is, I think that maybe it's a gift,

Lost in thoughts and what-ifs, my mind starts to drift.



I lie back now, and sleep overcomes me,

I feel a peaceful feeling, enter into me.

Something is holding me, tucking me in tight,

Keeping me safe, all through the night.



Lying in comfort, I rest full of peace.

All my worries from the day have come to cease

I feel so warm inside, like I was just kissed.

Perhaps it's my angel, after all, I believe they exist.