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.

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.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas

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For all who have suffered,

who have cried in despair,

Who have tried so hard,

to carry a light,

so that others may see

what it's like to be free.

May we always be more,

not less, in time's memory.

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Dedicated for all who have fought for freedom.

Dedicated to to all who have stood up for doing what's right

when something bad is happening or someone is being mean and hurtful to another.

I don't care if you're young or old,

you wrap yourself in your courage,

look fear in the eye and stand your ground.

It is your story,

Your bravery and wisdom;

Keep them strong, shiny and bright.

KJ