Novel & Cerita The Man In The Mirror Michael Jackson Lyrics

MIRA To the world, strength is loud, but not to me. Today, as I stand in front of a mirror while the stylists fuss over my hair and Jackson tries to button his cuffs with hands that keep trembling, I realize that strength is silent, it’s like a pulse beneath bruises, and a breath between nightmares. Jackson catches my reflection in the mirror. “Mira.. you’re shaking,” he says softly. I don't deny it. “So are you.” He gives a tired, cracked smile that still manages to warm me. “I guess we’re a matching set, then.”

'Cause I'm not myself, I'm not myself I wake up in the middle of the night And I look like a stranger in the bathroom light I, I keep looking in the mirror 'til I see myself People love, people, leave, people let down People show up, roll up, people grow up People move out, people disappear People don't change, people rearrange People miss the game, people lose People try, people, lie, can't look you in the eye People suck, people, fuck, people, leave their shit behind People throw up on the carpet, people trip up on the stairs People laugh, people dare, people scare, people tell you what to wear People jump, people sink, people float, people think People fail, people hate what they don't kn

A mirror gives of a reflection of who we are, it can also be used to help remind us of who we trully are. Like the song “Man in the mirror” by Michael Jackson we do need to take a look at ourselves first, change how we treat others first before expecting others to treat us well. That’s my understanding of the song. But there are many other ways to interpret its meaning.

You changed my life in a moment And I'll never be the same again You changed my life in a moment And it's hard for me to understand With the touch of your hand in a moment in time All my sorrow is gone I never thought that I could change Could change so much in so many ways I'm still surprised when I look in my mirror To see that I still look the same You changed my life in a moment And I'll never be the same again You changed my life in a moment And it's hard for me to understand With the touch of your hand in a moment in time

I asked while trying to make up the lyrics. His fingers halted and I thought I angered him but instead, he smiled for the first time ever since I met him. “It is ‘Mirrors’ by Justin Timberlake.” He told me and I instantly noted it in my memory. “So, why do you like it?” I asked him again, trying to initiate a conversation with him. “I don’t know, this song just speaks to me.” He spoke while his voice held a certain edge to it. “Wow, I don’t think I ever had a song that would just speak to me. I mean I have been a fan of music for as long as I can remember but I just didn’t find a song that speaks to me.” I voiced out my thoughts.

he asks Kennedy. She states she has no clue. Jackson states he doesn’t know either. At Jackson’s surrender, I announce The Rembrandts sing I’ll Be There for You. Moments pass before Jackson enlists the assistance of his cell phone. He claims he knows the song he is looking for; he just needs help with the exact lyrics. “And good pals are good pals for all the years,” Jackson’s deep masculine voice begins. I recognize the song but need to remember the artist. “If the Son of God’s the Son of God of them.”

“Be ready. You and your friend. Do not keep me waiting.” The words curled around me, sinking deep. Then the mirror went still, nothing but my pale reflection staring back.

The mirror awaits me, faithful. I look at myself again. My eyes do not tremble. My mouth neither. I reach out my hand, touch the cold surface of the glass. A word crosses my mind, limpid and without remorse: Finally. Then I sit down, straight, motionless. And I wait for what comes next.

Tears started brimming my eyes, and at the same time, I heard someone knocking on the door, I opened it, but no one was there. **This night is cold in the kingdom I can feel you fade away From the kitchen to the bathroom sink and Your steps keep me awake Don't cut me down, throw me out, leave me here to waste I once was a man with dignity and grace Now I'm slippin' through the cracks of your cold embrace So please, please!!** *

I play the music before I stand in front of the pole and close my eyes. The beat started airing around the room, collided with the passion spreading out of me and the fire of the music. I slowly touch my legs up to my stomach, up to my chest into the air. I start dancing and admiring the bewildering of the music. “Sick of all these people talking, sick of all this noise, tired of all these cameras flashing, sick of being poised, now my neck is open wide, begging for a fist around it, already choking on my pride, so there's no use crying about it” the lyrics are significant.