The stories we grow up with aren't always what they seem

if you took a step inside, you might find that it intrigues

only those who have an eye for it, can actually see

that the ones who make the change are the one's in history


maybe I have not sought hard enough 

I see but do not see

the point of writing down the words

that make our ancestry


I value all the findings

and preserve them like a treasure

I see my own definings

as a moment that I measure


I guess that I can learn from

what I've done and what I'll be

becuase I know that everyone 

I I know, has a part in History


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