That feeling of emptiness - witnessing the breaking/dying of a man and your utter hopelessness to do anything about it - except learn from it...

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My uncle was dying of cancer and he seemed a hollow image of the man he was before (or so I imagined). This was my answer to the look of sorrow in his eyes that met mine...

I know that you could never die for me
Just another soul gone to heaven's pearly white grave
And as selfish as it seems perhaps your death gave rise to my being saved

So many emotions I still wish to play I still wish to feel
If Fortune's a gambler it's against the odds that she'll
Make me believe, make me believe it's real

A silhouette of a man grabbed the sheets with his swollen hands
Unable to speak his eyes were the mirror to his soul which writhed in pain

(Instrumental)

Thinking back to other times when I didn't shake at what I'd left behind
Such a frightening scene to wonder at what all this man had had and been

So many heartaches I've already felt and I'm still going to feel
If Love's a healer then I'm last in line for her to
Make me believe, make me believe it's real

So many emotions, I still wish to play, I still wish to feel
If Fortune's a gambler then it's against the odds that she'll
Make me believe, make me believe
Make me believe, make me believe it's real

Never going to believe this is real, no, no, no
I cannot swallow that, I'll choke
This whole thing's like some dime-store joke
And the laugh's on me, it's on you, it's on everybody
The laugh's on me, it's on you, it's on everybody

Makes you pause and wonder