The Coming of the Ninth

The Warrior inside his TARDIS,

Leaving fire behind.

Taken away from Gallifrey,

His tears make him blind.

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He's taken on new form, the tenth,

But the Doctor's name he does not bare.

He lets us drift out through the dark,

Consumed by his despair.

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He looks at his hands, now longer calloused,

He puts his screwdriver into me.

The software, it will stay the same,

But new casing it's to be.

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I wish he'd talk, I wish he's speak,

I wish he'd assign a destination.

I wish he'd say "I'm no longer War,"

"Not a bringer of damnation."

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I look within him, past the tears,

I see the fire in his eyes.

Tormented by his final act,

At all the ended lives.

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But that regret I do behold,

Through it I see the facts.

He's no longer the Warrior,

The man I love is back.

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You may not see it, but you are the Ninth,

One day, you too will see.

I'm still here, your home, your TARDIS,

You're the Doctor still to me.