Even on weekends, there’s always someone watching over all,
Angels always looking over our shoulder,
Be our extra pairs of eyes, when needed,
Beat inside our heart and enter our mind.
Determines the right choices or decisions for us,
Like a fork on the road at the crossroads,
Or even a road less traveled for safety,
You’ll never have to ask yourself, “What if?”
A Saturday angel will be there for everyone too,
On our days off for rest and relaxation and fun,
They can make it go longer in pure enjoyment,
Or even perhaps shorten the day in pure delight.
They can help our intuition grow to wise ideas,
Make our thoughts pure and decent,
Maybe makes all of our dreams come true,
So catch a falling star, make a wish and pray.
Mold our body to be healthy and clean,
Detox the venom of any and all bad habits,
Maybe make our spirit reach the light, when it’s time,
Wells out bad stuff from our soul.
Our Saturday angel will be there for us, always,
All of us might even know this, at sleep at night,
They’re the ones that polish the stars, and form constellations,
Maybe make the sun rise and set, just like the moon.
