I have lost things
you will never understand.
In all of time and space,
I cannot hold to this demand.
I'm so incredibly tired
of watching worlds burn.
And I can't help but wonder,
will it ever be my turn?
I have lost things
you will never understand.
My absolute best stories
have all come to an end.
Yet here I am still,
staggering on all alone.
Missing glorious adventures
and saying, "Come along, Pond."
I have lost things
you will never understand.
Alone with my box,
known as a mad man.
Constantly saving people,
but who will save me?
A man with eyes heavy,
seeing all of eternity.