Lucky are those who have their angels at all times. Lucky are those whose angels hug them in their moments of despair and sing with them in times of joy.
Lucky are those who have friend because they have guardian angels.
Lucky are they who have saviors in their friends.
Fortunate are they to have people ready to hug them, kiss them, and lift them up when they need to.
Lucky are them who are constantly lifted by the stronger ones.
Fortunate are those are guarded.
But, who guards the guardians? Who picks them up when they fall?
(big sigh)
