I came out of the darkness

Holding one thing

A small white wooden horse

I'd been holding inside



And when I'm dead

If you could tell them this

That what was wood became alive

What was wood became alive



In the night the walls disappeared

In the day they returned

"I want to be a rider like my father"

Were the only words I could say



And when I'm dead

If you could tell them this

That what was wood became alive

What was wood became alive



Alive

And I fell under

A moving piece of sun

Freedom



I came out of the darkness

Holding one thing

I know I have a power

I am afraid I may be killed



But when I'm dead

If you could tell them this

That what was wood became alive

What was wood became alive

Alive