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!