Avital, 
Every person is like a whole book. 
Sometimes fascinating and sometimes boring. 
Sometimes short or tall, sometimes black and terrifying and sometimes pink. 
But your book was so fascinating, about desperate struggles and everlasting bravery, about sweet dreams and about the future, and on things you always wanted. But your book was so short and now without you is so sad and bitter, because suddenly there was a new chapter, whose name illness. 
This you suddenly find out, and then struggling, trying to continue for another page even when you knew everything was lost, and we all were around you, rooting you on in your race. We didn’t know how to help, and only tried to keep in touch over and over again.  But every thing has past, is over, and finished. 
I wrote you this song so I would never forget you, but to continue smiling. And I hope I will have the power to do it.