O Doctor! my Doctor! you have finally met your end;

River Song has killed our saviour; the astronaut killed our friend;

While Amy weeps, the worlds keeps turning, never caring,

For they know not the price you bought, with death both grim and daring.

But O heart! heart! heart!

O the stunning flash of green,

And then the Doctor lay

Dead, where life had been.

O Doctor! my Doctor! awake to a fiery grave;

Awake - for we cannot leave you - for the world knows not your name;

For Time Lord is but rare and lonely - for your work is not yet done;

For we call to you, your broken friends, as we light your life ablaze;

Here Doctor! dear Time Lord!

This man who was once so keen

To save the world, now

Dead, where life had been.

My Doctor does not answer yet, though in time he will;

Our Time Lord does not know our pain, but he has known his fill;

The TARDIS weeps for her great man, and yet he is alive;

For crossing time lines, there is he, and now we see him thrive.

But we cannot forget his death

Or mourn what we have seen,

And now we wonder how he was

Dead, where life had been.