Everyone
has an angel, aguardian
who watches over us. We can't know what form they'll take:
One day old man. Next day, little girl. But don't let
appearances fool you. They can be asfierce
as any dragon.
Yet they're not here to fight ourbattles,
but to whisper from our heart, reminding us it isus,
it's everyone ofus
who holds the power over the worlds wecreate.
We candeny
our angels exist, convince ourselves they can't bereal.
But they show up anyway, at strange places, and at strange times.
They can speak through any character we can imagine. They'll
shout throughdemons
if they have to,daring
us,