I have an angel in me.
I have an angel in me,
he wears a grey garment.
He goes with me
and holds my hand.
He is so still and can't be seen,
but his face is akin
to me and closely kenned.
My angel is mute. His word
is my weal and my woe.
Under the grey shirt
he holds all things to bestow
on me. He gives me shade and bright
light, and tells me right
ever and now.