Talk to me about history
The lawless and the just
Years that remained a mystery
Exposed by hate, power and lust

Show me all the written stories
Those full of dust, yet still true
The words of generations
That withered as they grew

I found them as I found myself
In pages much older than I
They put time upon a shelf
and left the wisdom there to die

Talk to me about history
The rise and fall of man
Life remains a mystery
That we still struggle to understand