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