What is death, really?
A fear?
A want?
Some people find death living life and drinking beer.
Some people find death writing a note in a sad font,
And a body to prove it.
But some don't chose it;
They accept it.

Death is scary;
Death is fear;
For Micheal,
He knew his death was near.
The boy was strong,
Yes indeed.
He might have been afraid
And the family did get paid
To save the young boy
From the cancer he fought for,
For so long.
But I think he always knew,
He wouldn't make it
And his family wouldn't take it.

I once heard
He used a wish,
For his family not miss
Out on special things,
Things he'd want
But he had a fight that he fought.
He fought well
But soon lost
The cost may have been high
But I'm glad we all tried.
Though I think the boy is at his peace
Knowing we will all honor him.
We know he tried his best
But you just can't fight off death.

So Goodbye Micheal
A good fight you put up indeed
But now you just need
To Rest in Peace.
As God intended
In a beautiful place we named Heaven.