History's Mysteries

Born from The Night Shrouded in mystery She's just out of sight This creature called History We'll all eager to know And there's never a lack Of pure suppositions Assumptions, false facts We consult, one another Sharing rumors and lies While burying the truth Beyond prying eyes She remains an enigma For it's, her stock and trade She'll supply subtle hints While our thoughts are betrayed We may never know rightly What the truth, may have been So, we'll have to surrender "Cause She'll never give in