Immortel (Je Suis Charlie)

France flag on Crumpled paper texture

Quiet you sleep now,
But the night is boisterous with stars and fire,
As the lights bright and grand keep you company,
In the echo of your voice,
Never gone, never forgotten.

To the quiet you have gone,
While the voices foreign and many shout out,
Angry and together,
As your pen once did, as your paint once shined,
Never gone, never forgotten.

For he who says it once, says it all,
For whose mind is heavier than her blood.
For the brave who risk it small, risk it all,
For whose words are stronger than his flesh.

And should they ever think we are alone,
May they forever be deceived.
For it is not by crowds but by words,
That we reveal ourselves with the feroucous roars we speak.

Things that once spoken can never be unsaid,
Thoughts that once freed can never be enslaved,
From the solitude of one to the eternity of many,
Never gone, never forgotten.

In the paper blotted with our hearts,
Shredded apart with the force of their hands,
Stands an ill reminder of the liberties we gave up,
And the ones we should defend.

What if anything could be said,
about the coward shadows that follow us,
In the enlightenment of our future lived,
To be afraid of what we say?

Could they ever bring about the end with them,
Or will we take your name with us and block their way?
For you and I are just the same.
For you would take up arms and fight,
With your brush, your ink, your pen.

Intolerance they wish to plague the land,
But the beauty of our words sacred will become,
Something they will come to see,
Our noble purpose is that which we defend.

That our lives may be extinguished with a forceful wind,
But the heat it leaves behind will forever spread,
Stretch out to all the corners of the world,
Rekindling the silent candles to bring about the light again.

And the nameless ones who wish to silence what has no form will fail,
They who spill blood have spilled passion in its stead,
For if they wish to fight with swords,
The nations will rise up and take the sword to them,
For if they wish to fight with swords,
With words we will bright the fight to them.

But it is not with swords that we fight this day,
It is not with canyons that we reprise,
But with the slashing power of the mighty pen,
That we bring about their dark demise.

Quiet your voice may never be,
For they silenced your body while your words remain.
Yes, the world is now a little darker with you gone,
But to those who fear you alive should also fear you dead,
As the ink of your pen, down upon them it will rain.

In your light we are seen, Charlie,
In your dark we are heard,
With your courage and bold passion here we stand,
The world with you, not afraid.

Quiet you sleep now,
But the night is boisterous with stars and fire,
As the lights bright and grand keep you company,
In the echo of your voice,
Never gone, never forgotten.

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Dedicated to Charlie. To France. To freedom.
Vive La France!

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