For Helene

You will not have my hatred,

You will not have my fear.

You will not become my enemy,

Ma chérie, my dear.

I'll pursue you with love,

I will not make you suffer.

You are not an animal or demon,

But a son, you're a brother.

I'll be brave for the children,

I must teach them to be:

Lovers of peace,

Proclaimers of liberté.

Teach me who I am again,

Speak to me of my name.

Let love transform my every breath,

Happily naked, unashamed.

Whisper hope from under rubble,

Let truth be on my lips.

That whatever folly comes to pass,

I know that I am His.