Over the years of the past
And the dawns of time
Think of the wonders of the world
And the awesome of nature
And realize that they have all been lost

History has been recorded
Jotted down quickly
Transcribed meticulously
But then erased
And then sometimes rewritten

The truth of the past
The honesty of the pen
The sincerity of voice
And the meaning in imagery
It is all too unknown

The facts remain burried
And the truth hidden
But what will always be true
Is that noone will ever know