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« on: January 07, 2018, 07:48:08 PM »
I have no explanation for this, it just sort of happened...
Rage, Rage against the Dying of the Light
Somedays I sit there in the night,
And wonder what I'm fighting for,
Easy it seems to shut the door,
And walk free into the light.
I gaze around myself and see,
There's naught but darkness here,
Naught but darkness, pain and fear,
Out there and inside of me.
But when to go I am prepared,
When almost I have given in,
I find a spark still glow within,
Whose fire has me soon ensnared.
Burning with hope, I stand and fight,
Never to give up, nor ever to give in,
To fight a war that I will never win,
The war of darkness 'gainst the light.
And you can do what e'r you may,
Threaten, push and hurt and maim,
What does not kill is my own gain,
As I live to fight another day.
I will burn against the night,
With the fire of a thousand stars,
And neither wounds nor any scars,
Can ever halt my raging fight.
I'll still fight throughout the night,
Through the day, throughout the age,
And still I fight and rage and rage,
Against the dying of the light.