Rage, rage against the dying of the light...

Dear readers,

I have been fighting. Fighting hard against the dying of the light. Fighting for who I want, fighting for what I want. Racing against the dying of the light. Stood on the mountains and confessed my sins to God. Shouted at myself for the mistakes I have made. Changing the inferior man into the worthy man. Raging against the dying of the light.

Thought walls are up and defences high, the wires electric and the sharp words cut - I will continue to rage against the dying of the light. Fighting for what I know is right. Can you not see, behind those closed doors, behind those walls so high, the fighting I endure? The blood is running and my fingers raw, but fight I will fight, against the dying of the light.

Rage, rage, rage against the dying of the light. Rage until there is nothing left, no more fight to give and no more strength to go, fight for what I need and want till I cannot anymore.

"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."

Never is it too late to win the fight. Never go gently into the good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. You are mine and I was yours, through space and time, our hearts beat as one, I will rage against the dying of the light. I will fight against the barriers set. Shed blood for the goal to be met. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

What is required from me, shall be. But rage I shall, against the dying of the light.

Dont give up readers.

Ry