Rage Against the Dying of the Light

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

Rage, rage against the dying of the light

Time is gonna change for me…

I figured out the message

One word, know what it is?

Stay