Do not go gentle into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Life always offers you a second chance. is called tomorrow.
Do not go gently into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
Do not go gentle into the good night. Old age should burn and rage at close of day.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night...
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light