I've seem many things, felt a lot more,
I never quite got over my role in the Great Time War.

So I decided to flee,
In a blue box where my past would be far away from me.

Even when I would die, I'd just come back again,
With more burdens and scars for me to try and mend.

I often sit at the edge of space and think about all that I've done,
The sacrifices I had to make and the promises I broke, to protect the people who dwelled on the 3rd planet from the sun.

I'm a doctor, who can't even save himself,
My hearts are heavy and it's beginning to effect my health.

I've lost one person I really adored,
She was always so delighted to just go through space and sore.

But now she's gone,
I've lost an amazing pawn.

Although I'm a doctor, I can't heal everything,
I suffer too great and I'm not even able to sing.

All I'm able to say is Allons-y,
There's nothing much more I could tell dear Alonso.

Now I sit alone, on the edge of my blue box,
Watching the Earth go through another equinox.

I am the last Timelord of Gallifrey,
And here on the Earth I will stay.

Because here I am needed,
And with all my power I will keep the Daleks at bay.

He, is troubled,
Troubled by a broken mind and a bubbling head.

He cant focus, he's blind and confused,
It seems that all his contacts have been fused.

Everything is his fault,
The pain hurts like adding ice and salt.

It feels like hes on his death march walking towards his grave,
People all line up, and just watch him march into the dark cave.

Burning, is his mind,
And no one cares.

Problems he has,
"Get Help" are the only stares.

But it dosent matter,
No one seems to care.

All is his fault,
That is his burdan to bare.

She felt death whisper into her ear,
Filling the girl with immense fear.

But then a boy picked her back up,
And showed her the light of her shining life cup.

He then had to travel back onto his own path,
But he promised never to be far when she needed help with math.

Now she has found others, and she still loves the boy who saved her
But he only sees the destruction the others have done, she no longer sees things how they once were.

The boy has helped, and tried to bring her back on her feet,
She only is brought down again, and walking back on deaths only street.

The boy has never given up on saving her,
He loves her too much.

But how long can this boy last?
He too is suffering from the battles of his past.

He sees no future, no light on the road ahead,
How can he save her if he can't even fall asleep in his bed?

How can he be the hero she needed him to be,
If his shouts are drowned by the ever roaring sea.

Sitting in the twilight night,
I felt so amazing being bathed in the evening light.

I was sitting upon a mountain glade,
Viewing a forested valley with a river flowing with the reflection of a blade.

It was a beautiful warm evening,
And I wanted this to be our last meeting.

I wanted the world to always be like the beauty I saw before me,
Then the sky began to fall and it began to rain glass, but I did not flee.

I watched as little shards of glass fell from the collapsing sky,
I closed my eyes to see this moment forever, before I said my last goodbye.

I woke up, it was just a dream,
Reality had the best of me, or so it seemed.

Because when I go to the lake on my favourite hour,
I still feel the warmth and see my twilight world sparkling with the glass shard shower.

Dark clouds can make a person think things that aren't too good,
Some people would choose death if they could.

I've been held down by the chains of darkness,
It tried to poison my body and transform it into a carcass.

It felt like I was a ghost, invisible to every person on the planet,
Wearing my dark prison jumper suit jacket.

But patients was all I needed,
As I saw the light, and the darkness receded.

The chains grew weak and broke off,
The light healed my skin and made it so soft.

I walk down this road with fire surging through my veins,
It won't die down, not even from the force of the rain.

I will not let the darkness harness me again,
I will not even let it get me when I get hurt by the human race.

I won't have this any other way positive I am determined to stay,
And my mind will try it's hardest not to stray.

There was once a new young king,
One that would often look up to the sky's and hear the birds sing.

Everyone thought him as a great ruler,
He was greatly loved by of all the girls and the people.

Then that storm came and shattered his mind,
No one knew how bad this would effect the young king nor mankind.

His kingdom shattered and fell,
He stood there in the ruin in utter disbelief everything was gone and nothing really mattered.

Years passed and the castle was rebuilt and from the ashes the walls spread,
They even built a proper crypt for the dead.

Once again the young king sat in his throne,
But he didn't even utter a groan.

It seemed like he had a thick grey cloud surrounding his head,
And if he didn't find a way out he would surely be dead.

Nothing would cure him, no medicine would make him feel dapper,
Nor would any adventure map to far off lands make him happier.

So he died, really of a broken and bruised heart,
They laid him in his royal chambers and the kingdom was abandoned and sealed to the sound of Mozart.

No one lives in the kingdom now except the decomposed body of the king,
And in the skies the Angels will always sing.

She would often take long walks,
Long walks on a forest path, she hated walking around city blocks.

She would walk with such grace,
As her brunette hair brushed her dress trimmed with lace.

She would walk into a sunny glade,
The only place that wasn't filled with shade.

There she would lay in the evening sun,
The only place she didn't have to run.

She would dance all the time,
This was her place where she could be free to rhyme.

Then she would sit down and put flowers in her hair,
Here, she didn't need to hide from peoples staring stares.

Then she would begin to walk when it was time to go,
Before she would leave, the wind would begin to blow.

Knocking out the flowers in her hair,
She would then be exposed to their dark stares.

The flowers drifted in the wind,
And landed on the soft grass, may this be a reminder.

That I won't give you a dark stare,
If you my dear, decide to put flowers in your hair.