The Mad Man with a box
All his secrets locked inside
His face a young man's
His eyes old and wise
They've seen happiness
Anger and war
He's fought stuff of legends
But what's he fighting for?
All those that he loves
All those that he saved
They vanish eventually
Leaving shadows in their place
He remembers everyone
Though he tries to forget
That those closest to him
Are the farthest ones yet
And they wish he would visit
They wish he'd come back in his box so blue
But sometimes, they've forgotten who he is
Sometimes, they think, "Doctor Who?"
And the Sad Man with a box
Never with the same face
Always running through time
Never in the same place
Sometimes he wonders
What could've been
If only, if only
He'd settled in
And though he misses them dearly
He never regrets
Though he loved Rose and others
He loves running too, I'll bet.
