Each of these my three babies
I will carry with me
For myself
I ask no one else will be
Mother to these three
And of course
I'm like a wild horse
But there's no other way I could be
Water and feed are not
Tools that I need for the
Thing that I've chosen to be
In my soul
My blood and my bones
I have wrapped your cold bodies around me, yeah
The face on you
The smell of you
Will always be with me
Each of these my
Three babies I
Was not willing to leave
Though I tried
I blasphemed and denied, I know
They will be returned to me
Each of these my babies have
Brought you closer to me
No longer mad like a horse
I'm still wild but not lost
From the
Thing that I've chosen to be
And it's
`Cause you've thrilled me
Silenced me
Stilled me
Proved things I never believed, oh
The face on you
The smell of you
Will always be with me
Each of these my
Three babies I
Will carry with me
For myself
I ask no one else will be mother
to these three