| Valjean | 
| What have I done? | 
| Sweet Jesus, what have I done? | 
| Become a thief in the night | 
| Become a dog on the run | 
| And 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 murdered Valjean | 
| When they chained me and left me for dead | 
| Just for stealing a mouthful of bread | 
| Yet why did I allow that 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 had come to hate this world | 
| This world which had 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 from 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 And I stare into the void | 
| To the whirlpool 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! |