But I do enjoy the odd occasional bottle of rum..

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, 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 hearts.
Reminding that it’s us.
It’s everyone of us who holds power over the world we create.
You can deny 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.