History

Someday all will be history I won't be there for you to love me Neither will I be there for you to hate me Someday I'll be gone like the rains in dry season You'll look for me under summer's falling leaves You'll look for me betwixt roaring streams But still you won't find me there Streams of tears will saunter down your eyes You'll wish, you had me all night But all your wishes will be fantasies Because, someday all will be history