The Lonely Star
Once a constellation burned brightly in the sky
Observers of the worlds below, shining mighty and proud
One star burned brighter apart from the rest, not content to watch on high
It left the others and wandered through the skies where evil abounds.
Brightness burned the dark away
The star returned to Gallifrey
That constellation which had burned so bright
Had dimmed in anguish of it's fated plight.
The constellation fell away with its foe
The little star tumbled to rest among the gossamer row
Of mortal kind, to burn alone, bereft of kin
Atoning for its eternal sin.
Doomed to roam alone, the lonely star burned bright
The only beacon of the night
Of that once proud collection of stars
Whose fate one day may become ours.
Our lonely star burns warm and alone
Old and kind, the very last star of Gallifrey
Will burn bright until with scarce a moan
Its last light and life slips away.