Each of these
My three babies
I will carry with me
For my self
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 Ohhh
The face on you
The smell of you
Will always be with me
verse 2
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 'cos you've thrilled me
Silenced me
Stilled me
Proved things I never believed ohhh
The face on you
The smell of you
Will always be with me
verse 3
Each of these
My three babies
I will carry with me
For my self
I ask no one else will be
Mother to these three
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