Wooden Horse

I came out of the darkness A small white wooden horse I'd been holding inside Holding one thing If you could tell them this And when I'm dead What was wood became alive That 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 What was wood became alive That what was wood became alive Alive A moving piece of sun And I fell under Freedom Holding one thing I know I have a power I am afraid I may be killed I came out of the darkness But when I'm dead What was wood became alive If you could tell them this That what was wood became alive Alive