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 darknes
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