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 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 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 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 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 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!!!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
