Do not go gentle into that good night
Old age should burn and rave at close of day
Rage against the dying of the light
Rage, rage against the dying of the light
Though wise men at their end know dark is right
Because their words had forked no lighting they
Do not go gentle into that good night
Rage, rage against the dying of the light
Rage
Do not go gentle into that good night
Old age should burn and rave at close of day
Rage against the dying of the light
Rage, rage against the dying of the light