I see him in the eyes of a young soldier marching off to fight for his country,
Head held high unaware of the suffering and death to come.
I see him in the eyes of a protestor being dragged off to jail,
Refusing to give up and fighting till they disappear from sight.
I see him in the eyes of an old man reminiscing in the days of his youth,
The fire still burning there the one thing the years could not tarnish.
I see him in the eyes of a young child whose innocence has not yet been ripped from them,
Hope is kindled there and refusing to die amidst the hopelessness all around.
I see him in the eyes of Louis Napoléon the first elected president of our country,
Determination gleams there and the will for justice and strength in Patria
I gaze into the mirror and I see him in my own eyes finally going to rest after so many years,
The memories still lie there and the tears still glisten even though it has been over 50 years
I have seen him in the eyes of everyone who believes that France has a chance to live,
You can never really forget them; his marble eyes.