A tussle with the Master,
her former friend
And I think she now wants
the horror to end
She sets her sights on
finding him again
She must somehow feel
she's to blame
Then her eyes befall a
broken, desolate plain
And the haunted pain comes
back again
A home she thought safe
now lost once more
She feels the crush of the
burden and sinks to the floor
Her Gallifrey in ruins,
her hearts in tatters
She's maybe struggling to
know what truly matters
She rages inside, with
sorrow and torture and regret
Perhaps this is one pain
she'd like to forget
Our ageless wonderful
hero, now sadly finding out
Her past may be false or
restrained, plagued with doubt
She feels so sad, lost,
broken and lonely
Her friends alone now make
the TARDIS homely
For she admits, her true
soul they hardly know
Then they strike back with
the wonderful glow
They have seen enough to
know she deeply cares
About the wild and
troubled universe out there
They see her great merit;
they feel her great woe
They will still give her
the true incentive to go
Back out and do good in
that big old universe
Even if at times that
action feels more like a curse
They just won't let her
ever forsake her calling
That she is the Good
Doctor, despite tears falling
They will stand with her
as her dependable friends
Even if it is to be that
death comes as the end
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