Everyone has an angel. A guardian who watches over us. We can't know
what form they'll take. One day old man. Next day a little girl. But
don't let appearances fool you. They can be as fierce as any dragon. Yet
they're not here to fight our battles. But to whisper from our heart.
Reminding that it's us. It's every one of us who holds the power over
the worlds we create.
We can deny our angels exist. Convince ourselves they can't be real. But they show up anyway. At strange places and at strange times. They can speak through any character we can imagine. They'll shout through demons if they have to. Daring us, challenging us to fight.
We can deny our angels exist. Convince ourselves they can't be real. But they show up anyway. At strange places and at strange times. They can speak through any character we can imagine. They'll shout through demons if they have to. Daring us, challenging us to fight.
You reach your own paradise, just let go.
And finally this question, the mystery of who's story it will be. Of who
draws the curtain. Who is it that chooses our steps in the dance? Who
drives us mad? Lashes us with whips and crowns us with victory when we
survive the impossible? Who is it, that does all of these things?
Who honors those we love for the very life we live? Who sends monsters
to kill us, and at the same time sings that we will never die? Who
teaches us what's real and how to laugh at lies? Who decides why we live
and what we'll die to defend? Who chains us? And Who holds the key that
can set us free...
It's You. You have all the weapons you need. Now
Fight!
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