These were sad days for us all,
But most of all for our soul.
We lost what no new war can bring.
And said goodbye with mournful sting.
Yoav, young and yet a man.
Just returned from our dear Land.
On this first trip you fell in deep.
And now forever in twilight sleep.
Yohan, gone at only twenty two.
Who will ring wedding bells for you?
You fought with courage still untold.
Your heart warm and body cold.
Phillipe, husband and dad of three.
Lived in a southern town of old Paree.
If in your classroom one more day,
What would you teach us of today?
Francois-Michel, you lived to sixty four.
Can your wise brown eyes unlock this door?
Though you can’t pass through again,
For this was your halted end.
All has been taken and destroyed,
Hear no more love, no more joy.
In reckless pain we find our dawn.
Lines in sand are deeply drawn.
So terror, terror come now please,
And feast your most upon our least.
We will not hate, we will not hide.
We will persist and we will thrive.
Though we lost these sparking lives,
And though a bit of us has died.
We will not hate, we will not hide.
We will persist and we will thrive.
