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
ooh
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
ooh
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