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