After the defeat, historians they do say,
The church she did take over, as France she looked away,
Preserved you from the English, according to their plan,
Then came  Libérateurs: Pierre, René and Lucien.

The Church knew very well
Man's only half awake.
She put you all to sleep
Your souls to liberate.
But what we all forget to say
In book, or poem, or song,
Is that one can't be exploited
Unless one plays along.

When you're no longer young,
You think about the morrow,
You know how all the losers can bring us pain and sorrow.
And the peace you seek, you'll never keep
By gazing at T.V.
A Country's like a soul, a State of Mind it be.

Now, free this soul of all the past,
The past that holds it bound.
Deep down, you know the world it does
Respect you all around,
A country's in your heart, whatever they may say.
And now, from all of us, no need to turn away.

" The Darkest Days are over," to that school you belong
But forgetting a defeat has taken much too long,
Forgetting a defeat is taking much too long.
The past must be forgiven before one moves along.