Hey, people! Guess who's back! Muah! I should be updating all my stories tomorrow, so WAHOO! This is a Bon Jovi song with a little bit of a story. Enjoy:)
"Who is it? A man? Who is he?" You wonder who the man is that stands before you, speaking of things that everyone refuses to hear; and if they do hear, what are they hearing? Something they disagree with. That's what they're hearing. They perceive, but they don't want to hear. It's the discomfort of the words; they make sense. The drawback and mortification they feel in their bones when they realize that he is telling the truth about one who has lied. Out of disturbance of their peace of mind, they reject him. He is no longer listened to; no longer there. He's called a liar and a nuisance to the calmness that this world promised. He is right, but wrong is so easy.
This ain't a song for the broken-hearted…
He let his head down, grieved. His heart was broken like shattered glass. His thoughts bled into his perspective, and his perspective was lost in the sea of doubt. He looked for freedom, but just like freedom, nothing is free. What would you pay? What would the soul put together when it's poor? How could you pay for the freedom of mind and conscience? It's really a simple question. You can't.
The silent prayer for faith departed…
His constant faith brought him to his knees often. Prayers whispered and whispered into his ears. His lips moved with the sound and his life was no longer about making the statement, but being the statement. The people who wouldn't listen, the people who never cared, and never would care were the ones that he assumed needed opinion the most.
I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd, you're gonna hear my voice when I'm shouting out loud…
He could hear his heartbeat. He could feel the tension in his blood and feel the pumping in his veins. All was quiet with an exception of the vicarious drum beating within. He knew what he had to do. He arose in front of the people, and watched them begin to walk away, laughing and making snide remarks. A smile crossed his face and he lifted his hand. The microphone stand was planted firmly in the other. "Hello, San Francisco."
It's my life.
Heads tuned, the crowd froze. They knew. Everyone knew that he was correct, but that couldn't change the anger they had for him. He coughed. "First of all, I can't believe that worked. Second, it's my life. It's your life. Are you going to stay free, or are you going to be walked on like a welcome mat?"
If it's now or never, I ain't gonna live forever…
"We aren't going to live forever, people. This life ends as soon as it starts, and I want to help make a difference in the way we see things." It wasn't a rebellion; it was an opinion that could be widespread.
I just want to live while I'm alive…
"Sure, it's confusing. Everyone knows it is! Life is linked to death, so why are we thinking like someone owns us? Have your own opinion. Believe what you want to believe. Do what you need to do to become what you want to become. Construct yourself to be the great person you know how to be."
It's.
The drumming grew louder.
My.
The inklings… they were smudging on the walls of eternity.
Life.
"Yeah. It's my life."