This, Too, Will Pass Vive la France

 
Though you murder my brothers in cold blood
In the name of a God I don’t understand
Yet I will not hate you
Though you come from the sand of a foreign land
I refuse to despise you

I will not let you blind me, bind me
To your creed of the hateful deed
I will not dwell in your ignorance
I refuse to regard all Muslims with suspicion
For then I create the very division
That you seek to make me weak

I shall be strong, live and forgive
I will forever hate your crime but will not chime
With your hatred, for my soul is sacred
It will never be defiled by twisted ideology
Though you seem strong you are wrong
And, by your own folly, will you perish
For all things pass with time
And this, too, will pass.

Vive la Paris, Vive la France