I have lived many lives, and have seen exotic places.
New people join me on my adventures, but they all leave and are replaced.
I haven’t been there in awhile, mostly because it’s gone.
Atleast i thought it was, but hope has been struck like lightning.
A minute there, then gone,warned me that something is coming.
An oncoming storm, coming fast, and unyielding.
I will get there soon, stay where you are,
don’t move.

Help, I don't know who I am,
I can't remember anything,
How do you fly this thing?
All I know is that there's something important that must be done,
I've gotta save the world, no, the universe.

I'm sorry who are you?
I'm Scottish, I used to be English, I think.
Amy was Scottish.
Oh, I'm old now!
Old and not ginger.
Still don't know who I am.

Am I The Doctor?
Yes, I think I am and there's the green one and the not green one.
I'm on the planet of the pudding brains.
I still haven't figured what kind of man I am.
Just old, Scottish, and not ginger!
I'm never ginger,
never, not once in 2000 years!

When my counsellors asked me if i'll be okay without seeing them,
I said yes i'll be okay and i was excited to be okay because saying goodbye is like 'Doctor Who' And in Doctor Who,
People have to say Goodbye at some point for new faces to come along for the adventure..

And they smiled and said
Yes thats correct,
And i guess that's the best goodbye i'll ever get

From old to new, young to old,
Great lords can be traced
And before their time inevitably comes
Burns their memory unerased.

From the lives of one such man,
Traveling in the call box,
We know the game of chance was won
Because sticky-uppy hair rocks.

Savéd he the rich and poor;
He battled monstrous foes--
And before the eleventh hour struck,
He'd had his share of woes.

Companions in hearts and soul,
He gave of himself so readily;
How could one lose so much
But never lose one's empathy?

His smile warmed the hearts of all,
His pain struck them to the core;
And not one of us didn't dream of the day
He'd show up at our door.

He'd fought his Goliath, like all of us must do,
And waited for the sunrise to appear;
Not one but two hearts beat in his chest,
Which some might think very queer.

He held our hearts and attention,
We watched him victorious with pride;
But as long as he stayed, we loved him
And missed him when Eleven arrived.

From old to new, young to old,
There's always a bit of a shocker:
Regeneration really *****
And you never forget your first Doctor.