WHY

TEARS FOR THE INNOCENT A CANDLE FLICKERS IN THE JAR,

ONLY SOBS CAN BE HEARD BY THE CROWDS GATHERED HERE.

POUR QUOI IS THE ONLY CRY,

WHO WILL INHERIT THE WORLD, WHAT WILL BE LEFT TO INHERIT?

FEAR MIXED WITH PRIDE,  I AM PROUD TO BE A PARISIAN

STILL THOSES FLOOD OF TEARS GROW,

CRY NOT ALONE PARIS OTHER EUROPEANS ARE CRYING TOO.

STAND UP, STAND UP DO NOT BOW YOUR HEAD THE ENEMY MUST BE FACED

THERE IS AN ENMY WITHIN THAT WALKS AMONGST YOUR FLOWERS, AND

JOINS IN WITH THOSE WHO ARE GRIEVING.

CANDLES GLOW AND IN THE SHADOWS LURK FURTHER CHALLENGES OF THE UNKNOWN.

JOIN HANDS, AND HEARTBEATS TAKE SOLACE IN YOUR UNITY.

MARCH ON; MARCH ON TILL ALL THE TERRORIST HAVE GONE.