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