Bono knew.
I have been frustrated with the band like many of their fans ... are you/aren't you?! And when it came, I needed it more than they could have known.
I've been absent from the word. I went on vacation with my mother, and on the last day of our trip to Charleston, South Carolina, she fell. Down a fancy brick stair case without a railing. Her arm ripped open. Her head bumped. And the rest wouldn't show itself until later when the body took the trauma and held it.
I knew it was going to happen. It was in my gut. And I ignored it. But it happened, and I am with her as she recovers from the blow to her body. Not having children myself, I now have a better understanding of what it must be like to have a newborn and a job and everything that goes along with it.
And then it came. As a surprise. I nearly couldn't figure out the download for excitement. And it was the tonic that could soothe the worry that I've felt for the last I don't know how many weeks.
I've listened to the album in its entirety probably 10 or 15 or 20 times. I've lost count. I'm not one to critique it as I would be happy with the boys singing 'Row, Row, Row Your Boat.' I listen to it with adoring ears. And I've waited for the first song outside of the eleven as a whole to find myself in.
Today it came. Sleep like a baby tonight: You're gonna sleep like a baby tonight/ In your dreams, everything is alright/ Tomorrow dawns like someone else's suicide/ You're gonna sleep like a baby tonight. Bono purrs through the song, and he has me convinced that everything will be all right -- even beyond the immediate and out to the world that shows its worst self anymore. This is what we count on the boys for -- they cut through the crap to the heart of what matters most. Our story. Ourselves. And there, we can sleep and dream the promise that there are more of us than the others that are on a suicide mission.
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