Lyrics:
A small white wooden horseI'd been holding insideAnd when I'm deadIf you could tell them thisThat what was wood became aliveWhat was wood became aliveIn the night the walls disappearedIn the day they returned'I want to be a rider like my father'Were the only words I could sayAnd when I'm deadIf you could tell them thisThat what was wood became aliveWhat was wood became aliveAliveAnd I fell underA moving piece of sunFreedomI came out of the darknessHolding one thingI know I have a powerI am afraid I may be killedBut when I'm deadIf you could tell them thisThat what was wood became aliveWhat was wood became aliveAlive