The Hunger

They said in her younger days

Her beauty was enough to drive men wild

But the hunger in her body then

Was not the hunger of some lonely child.

Like a butterfly in springtime

Searching every field for loving's sweetest rose

The embrace of many strangers

Still could not release her from the hold.

In the backstreets and the bedrooms

All she's found is disappointments bitterly

While the love that she's too often found

Was enough to satisfy her needs.

She's older than the years she holds

And ageing fast with each day passing by

On a downhill run to nowhere

'Cause the hunger never can be satisfied.

The reflection in her mirror's not the image

She remembers in her mind

Her beauty has been eaten by the hunger

And the acid winds of time.

She has danced the tune her demons played

And payed the piper dearly for his song

Empty now of all her pride but still inside

Her hunger's just as strong.

They said in her younger days

Her beauty was enough to drive men wild

But the hunger in her body then

Was not the hunger of some lonely child...