My job... is to protect

Not to hope, not to love, not to feel..

Simply to sit and wait in the dark

..Until he needs me again

No, I will not say my name

We will never be friends

I was born to sit here

Until he needs me again

The woes of a protector

Are not things of which

I will ever complain

I simply bide my time

Until he needs me again

And if never again I am needed

I will simply fade away

But this silly teenager...

Needs me everyday