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 lovin's sweetest rose
The embrace of many strangers
Still could not release her from the hold

In the back streets and the bedrooms
All she's found is disappointments bitter weeds
While the love that she's too often found
Is not enough to satisfy her needs

She's older than the years she holds
And aging 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 the demons play
And paid the piper dearly for his song
Empty now of all the pride
Still inside the hunger's just as strong