The Man Who Keeps Running
As the tendrils of destruction surround us,
I hear that sound so many know.
That sound, oh that mighty sound!
That signals the oncoming storm!
That sound that the mightiest forces,
In all of time and space
Have come to fear; that sound,
The wheezing of the universe's fate.
That sound can only mean one thing,
The Doctor is here.
The Timelord, The Lonely God, the Daft Old Man,
All these things he is called, and all are true.
So many enemies have battled him,
With power beyond comprehension.
Oh he has faced them all, The Daleks,
The Devil, The Angels, The Cybermen
For centuries, he has protected us,
And we have never even known.
We will never know of the sacrifices
This timelord has never shown.
He sacrificed his race to end
The greatest threat ever seen.
An army filled with hatred,
Much much worse than the Slitheen.
This is the Man Who Keeps Running,
facing creature after creature.
Running from his haunted past
and abysmal looking future.
But let him not be called a coward,
Nor a killer, nor a saint.
His hands are far from clean,
For he leaves a storm in his wake.
