Not Just NumbersThe oldest face, the youngest age - I'm total paradox,More Like This
My journey just began, and I don't know too many spots
Of Time and Space, but I am sure beginning will be done -
A single step to thousand miles, because I've got Not Just Number that is One.
Now in the mirror I expect to see good things. Instead
I see the Littlest Hobo who looks just like unmade bed.
Recorder, diary and luck... and asking "Who are you?" -
A smile and gesture "victory", because I've got Not Just Number that is Two.
That isn't me at all! This hair is just like candy floss,
And being stuck on Earth is easy thing to make me cross!
But I have car and gadgets and my martial skills with me,
They say I'm daddy-dandy - fine, because I've got Not Just Number that is Three.
The Teeth and Curls, the Scarfman or the Jelly Baby Man -
That's what I'm called right now, and I'm a real potluck fan.
Some deadly things are coming through, but now you say no more -
I'm not the reason of all that, though I have got Not Just Number that
Simply The DoctorDoctor...More Like This
Nobody ever knows.
He just travels always
Through time and space
Sometimes with others
But forever alone
Doomed to be so
The Lonely Doctor
UntitledI would say you stole my heart,More Like This
But it wouldn't be true.
I can feel it beating faster
every time I think of you.
Doctor Who: CompanionshipYou, always you,More Like This
you perfect, glorious ones,
who make the starless skies shine joyous morning.
Oh you, who laugh and gaze and cry with wonder,
upon the miracles the ageless eye can’t see.
You friends, whose casual talk holds back the nightmares,
whose laugh becomes a breath of tender spring,
whose tears awaken buried, ancient sorrow,
whose death invites the horrid raging storm.
Yours is the hand that keeps the precious balance,
that steadies him who’s standing on the edge
the universe, a load on aching shoulders;
and if you leave, well then, he falls, uncaring
his wings of fire too old and far too broken.
And then another comes, treads lightly down below,
to gaze upon the face that’s ever changing.
Oh, pity me
(I don’t deserve your mercy),
offer me love
(I don’t deserve such hope).
Offer me life to mend hearts torn and broken
(my fault, I know, but please! - always my fault).
You help me stand.
You save me, I don’t save you
(Though I‘ll try and