What have I done, sweet Jesus, what have I done?
I've become a thief in the night.
I've become a dog on the run.
Have I fallen so far and is the hour so late,
that nothing remains but the cry of my hate?
The cries in the dark that nobody hears,
here where I stand at the turning of the years! If there's another way to go,
I missed it twenty long years ago.
My life was a war that could never be won.
They gave me a number and they murdered Valjean.
When they chained me and left me for dead,
just for stealing a mouthful of bread. Yet, why did I allow this man,
to touch my soul and teach me love?
He treated me like any other.
He gave me his trust, he called me brother.
My life he claims for god above.
Can such things be?
For I have come to hate the world,
this world that always hated me. Take an eye for an eye!
Turn your heart into stone!
This is all I have lived for!
This is all I have known! One word form him and I'd be back
beneath the lash upon the rack.
Instead he offers me my freedom.
I feel my shame inside me, like a knife.
He told me that I have a soul!
How does he know?
What spirit came to move my life?
Is there another way to go? I am reaching, but I fall,
and the night is closing in
as I stare into the void.
To the whirlpool of my sin.
I'll escape now from that world.
From the world of Jean Valjean.
Jean Valjean is nothing now!
Another story must begin!