Flight Of A Sparrow

Don't look at me...
My body is riddled with death.
My body is failing,
so listen close.
I know I am dying,
my body has the signs.
My eyes are sunken in,
my heart won't beat on its own.
My hair has fallen out onto the hospital's pillow.
I'm tired from the chemo,
so please lay me down for a final rest.
I have no choice,
but to take the flight of a sparrow.
I'll be well in heaven, don't cry.
My mother can't look at me without crying,
my father is trying to stay strong.
The nurses and doctors all whisper about
the tragedy of the situation.
But I'll be well one day,
someday.