Stories We Call History

In the pages of our past where the ink is barely dry Lie tales of truth and fiction with integrity some try From the rise and fall of empires to the letters of our youth These stories we call history a dance with fleeting truth Our families' lore and the tales we were told Painted pictures of glory and memories old Heroes and villains shaped by our fears; Through the lens of perception colored by the years Stories we call history shaping who we are From ancient lands to childhood scars Like fabric; our reality those we choose to keep Wrapped in recorded memories layered and deep Nations are forged from the stories we spin They bind us together yet fracture within The bedrock of love the ache of loss In the telling of tales we count the cost Claiming accuracy packaging the past The narrative evolves shadows are cast In every whisper in every cry A story turns to history as time goes by Stories we call history shaping who we are From ancient lands to childhood scars Like fabric; our reality those we choose to keep Wrapped in recorded memories layered and deep In the quiet moments when we reflect On the stories we've told and the truths we've kept We see the power in every line How stories become history in the sands of time So listen closely to the tales we share For in their depths our souls lay bare Stories we call history they hold the key To who we've been and who we'll be Stories we call history shaping who we are From ancient lands to childhood scars Add your line add a page perhaps so much more Move along silently or perhaps you'll chose to soar