One soul man, shall travel far,
through the night, the constant scar,
shall he rest to give his life,
shall he end his long lived strife,
fighting evils, far and wide,
living lives that he has lied,
hes a man that keeps the path,
moving faster, from the wrath,
war and pain, shall come again,
cowardly shall he remain,
running from his fears and death,
till his mind, draws it's last breath,
travelling time and far away,
in darkest night and brightest day,
all the wind and howling sky,
are not much to that old eye,
planets and moons and all above,
Whitest star, like a dove,
takes it's wings and ascends the air,
while this man can't say to bare,
troubles and his deadly woes,
from his hair down to his toes,
suits and shoes, and faces new,
show a timelord what to do,
chnage and morph and escape the pain,
wait til friendship, love remians,
and with this final breath,
The Doctor will admit his Death.