Like a black dog in a shelter
Forgotten and unseen
When I hear her, not that keen
Her voice sounds like Sylvester.

And my heart longs for your love
Oh father, mother dear.
Can't you see me over here.
You're standing high above.
Why can't you accept my choice,
That I won't follow your path.
Am I unworthy of your love
Droped like unused toys.
You shout and call me a dissenter
Why is no love left in your voice?
Am I not one of your boys?

Im just a black dog with no shelter.

Poem by Sirius Black