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 + feed
Are not tools that i need
For the thing that i've chosen to be

In my soul
My blood more my bones
I have wrapped your cold bodies around me
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 + 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
The face on you
The smell of you
Will always be with me