Do not go gentle into death

[Verse 1]

On the screen of the news that day,

someone vanished—reduced to a number.

A voice inside me cried aloud:

“This isn’t a story from some distant land.”

[Verse 2]

Before we even get to ask

why we were born, or what we’re here for,

the world keeps weighing every life

by “Are you useful?” — nothing more.

Yet your existence, just as it is,

is precious in a way they cannot measure.

[Pre-Chorus]

Who has the right to say,

“Give your life away”?

Without knowing love,

without knowing freedom,

don’t hand your dreams

to a justice that only takes.

[Chorus]

Do not go gentle into death,

you were not born to fight and fall.

The thing your hands were meant to hold

is not a gun, but someone’s dawn.

Do not let yourself sink away,

silence is not submission.

Even the thoughts you cannot voice

become the pulse that shifts a generation.

[Bridge]

If you can still let your tears fall,

that means hope hasn’t left you yet.

Even the word “live on” feels heavy now,

but I’ll whisper it anyway.

[Final Chorus]

Do not go gentle into death,

you are not a tool—they’re wrong.

I pray the number of discarded lives

will lessen, even by just one.

Run if you must—there is no shame.

Take your fear and anger with you.

And someday, beyond surviving,

we’ll walk together through a world reborn.

[Outro]

Who taught you that “to fight is pride”?

Who carved that lie into your heart?

Isn’t pride found not in burning lives,

but in choosing to love with all of yours?

Do not go gentle into death;

of all the people in this world,

I want *you* to live the most.