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. I will not go gentle into that good night. I will rage, rage against the dying of the light...... Like a Phoenix, I will rise from the ashes of my mistakes; I will leave behind the fire of my misfortune; And I will find the will, the strength and the tenacity to fight on yet another day. Darkness, you have no hold on me, for I CHOOSE to live in the light. And to keep those I love, living and passed on, in the light as well. Bring it on.... I stand ready to give it all...until my last breath. φοίνιξ
Posted on: Fri, 27 Jun 2014 18:39:03 +0000