Wooden Horse

I came out of the darkness
Holding one thing
A small white wooden horse
I'd been holding insideAnd when I'm dead
If you could tell them this
That what was wood became alive
What was wood became aliveIn 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 sayAnd when I'm dead
If you could tell them this
That what was wood became alive
What was wood became aliveAlive and I fell under
A moving piece of sun, freedomI came out of the darkness
Holding one thing
I know I have this power
I am afraid I may be killedAnd when I'm dead
If you could tell them this
That what was wood became alive
What was wood became aliveAnd when I'm dead
If you could tell them this
That what was wood became alive
What was wood became alive