The Hunger (redrafted)

It was the hunger she had
a longing to be complete
nineteen years she waited
she’s at the edge of her seat

she wanted the nomadic
and she found the key
cut from her puppet strings
and now she is free

She’s turned to colour
and they’ve all faded to black
they can’t keep their grip now
and she won’t look back

Now hands are unclasped
and the past has up and gone
turned into dust now
and she can move on

She wanted the unfamiliar
and she’s found the unknown
severed from her cord
born from herself alone

she’s broken down walls
and unbolted every door
they said it was impossible
but they hadn’t tried before

It was the hunger she had
pity the flower and the tree
she’s escaped, been uprooted
and now she is free.