His name unknown
His voice unheard
His shoes probably untied
His familiar face
His familiar form
Sitting against The Wall
He is accompanied by no one
His spot remains the same
He is the boy with the unknown name
He is comforting to see
His face remains unchanged
He is the one I pass by to my locker
I call him my own
I know nothing of him
All I know
Is that to me
He is The Guardian of The Wall
