Only the captive knows the price
of life that flows beyond the bars
only the dying knows how much
we’re all the same under the stars

Experience’s worth more than gold
cause all those secrets never been told
only your soul that will remain oh my friend
don’t you hold on to your graves

Cause the things that are made inna fire gonna return to fire
souls that are made inna fire gonna return to fire

I hope you remember how sweet
feels the morning grass under your feet
cause if you can’t then it’s too sad
that’s all we have under the stars

Experience’s worth more than gold
cause all those secrets never been told
Kings and Queens upon their thrown will never know

Things that are made inna fire gonna return to fire
swords that are made inna fire gonna return to fire

If you wonder where you belong
remember your soul is from beyond
If you don’t believe it don’t be sad no
we’ll remain one under the stars
Experience’s worth more than gold
cause all those secrets never been told
only your soul that will remain my friend
so please don’t you hold on to your grave

Cause the things that are made inna fire gonna return to fire
souls that are made inna fire gonna return to fire
souls gonna return all of that
everything gonna turn to fire again