Pour mes amis á Paris. Je suis trés désolé.

I am Paris

and my heart is broken.

Yet it beats strong through falling tears.

I am Paris.

Though I am draped in mourning weeds.

I will not kneel.

I am Paris

and you will not defeat me.

Evil cannot break my Spirit.

Millions of angry voices

surround me with love.

And love is something you cannot know.

Your hate will not destroy love.

Your hate destroys only you.

It will leave you alone and unknown.

While I am still Paris.

And I am loved.