Heal (Hymn of the Eleventh)

something’s different, something’s changed
i’m a child rearranged
ten lives stacked in your head; it’s something strange

i make a friend, leave her behind
come back and we start running blind 
she’s fierce, i’m free; we’re getting on just fine

what a pair; a storyteller and a thief
but what’s to steal when all you’ve got is grief?

i am the storm
a god concealed
and i am all the things you never thought were real

i’m here to help
a brace and shield
but even with the name of doctor
i can never heal

my dreamer and her soldier-man
i knew them like my own two hands
they made me less a monster, more a man

my mystery girl, she picks me up
through centuries, she tells me “run”
because she knows i always need someone

someone to hush the rage, the darkness, lock it down 
and i have come too far to stumble now

i am the storm
a god concealed
and i am all the things you never thought were real

i’m here to help
a brace and shield
but even with the name of doctor
i can never heal

lost and found, that’s all my friends
but now, coming to the end
i know the best of me remains in them

i know change is constant
but i make this promise
to count the stars, the years, the names, and not forget

i’m made of dreams
and not of steel
but i know every moment, every face, was real

i’m skin and hearts
and i can feel
and since i have the name of doctor
i will always heal

oh there’s so much i can feel
and since i have the name of doctor
i will always heal

paid my dues, and did my time
i feel the fire, you’d best hold tight    
the hour’s striking twelve;

goodbye, goodnight.