Desolation is all around
No consolation to be found
An empty desk before my eyes
“Papa est parti.” a young girl cries
Men who twist a Prophets words
Turn sublime into absurd
A soulful journey is undertaken
My faith in man to reawaken
A million candles do I see
Lit in honour of Charlie
Whether or not I agree with what you say, you still have the right to say it.