Won’t the real Charlie please stand up
And put one of those pencils in each hand up

Je suis Charlie too, but Charlie bit me
And for that they rip me
They want to get rid of me

But I’m not them
And they’re not us
But we’re all one
So don’t count up

Put those hands down
We don’t need to see another case of Michael Brown
Yes, protest
But protest with peace
And take the jobs of those you wish you could leash

Give emotions rest
Love is the best defense

Here, now see my face.
Although, I had left my mind
in another place.

It exists no more
Lost in time
Memories, how they fade

I’m in yours
Mine is lost
It exists no more

No blacks, no whites, just grays
Shouting to be heard
Memories, how they fade

Pictures torn
Letters burned
It exists no more

Past set ablaze
Frozen forever
Memories, how they fade

Shut the door
Knocks the same day
It exists no more
Memories, how they fade