freedom for some

Pulsating through like a star shooting through the sky
You just stopped and asked me why oh why
Whispering in my lonesome ear
It’s always hard for you to hear,
Freedom fell upon your lap,
While other begged and begged,
For stale old, moldy bread
It had to be said, you let the sun,
Burn a whole through your pocket,
Frayed your dirty, jeans, faded from clear blue,
To a murky, star lit, navy,
The ocean called upon you,
Running from fear, you always do best,
Lest for you stumble, and fall with the rest,
When the stars shoot through the sky
Like sperm cumming in a vagina,
Home will always be the dream,
You can fall upon,
Your heart is the breast of your home,
So often you turn off your ears,
And forget to truthfully hear,
That’s why my ears are lonesome,
For you have yet speak of the reality,
Other’s must pulsate through to reach an ounce of hope.