Doctor
Once there was a traveler.
A Wanderer of the Skies,
Who drifted through the cracks,
Between space and Time.
This wanderer,
This traveler in his blue box,
Runs away, farther and farther,
Running from the blood on his soul.
Last of his race,
Time-traveler of the Ages,
Time Lord Victorious,
Living lonely solitude.
He is the Doctor,
He is of Ice and Fire and Rage,
He is the only benefactor
Of the Human Race.
Where others see a planet full
Of resources, slaves and strife,
The Doctor is the only one,
Who sees the Earth so full of Life.
He dances through Space and Time,
Running and running from a distant past,
Lone Time Lord, Last TARDIS,
He drowns in the sorrow and strives to the Light.
Once there was a traveler.
A Wanderer of the Skies,
Who drifted through the cracks,
Between space and Time.
This wanderer,
This traveler in his blue box,
Runs away, farther and farther,
Running from the blood on his soul.
Last of his race,
Time-traveler of the Ages,
Time Lord Victorious,
Living lonely solitude.
He is the Doctor,
He is of Ice and Fire and Rage,
He is the only benefactor
Of the Human Race.
Where others see a planet full
Of resources, slaves and strife,
The Doctor is the only one,
Who sees the Earth so full of Life.
He dances through Space and Time,
Running and running from a distant past,
Lone Time Lord, Last TARDIS,
He drowns in the sorrow and strives to the Light.
