What have I done, sweet Jesus, what have I done
Become a thief in the night, become a dog on the run
Have I fallen so far, while is the hour so late
That nothing remains but the cry of my hate
That cries in the dark, that nobody hears
Here where I stand at the turning of the years
If there is another way to go
I risked it twenty long years ago
My life was a war that could never be won
They gave me a number and murded Valjean
Where they chained me and let me for dead
Just for stealing a mouth full of bread
Yet why did I allow that man
To touch my sould 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 had 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 life from him, and I’ld 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 had a soul
How does he know?
What spirit comes to move my life
Is there another way to go
I am reaching, but I fall
And the night is closing in
And I stare into the voide
To the whirpool of my sin
I’ll escape now from the world
From the world of Jean Valjean
Jean Valjean is nothing now
Another story must begin!