He thinks that man is me; he knew him at a glance.
That stranger he has found, this man could be my chance.
Why should I save his hide? Why should I right this wrong?
When I have come so far and struggled for so long!
If I speak, I am condemed.
If I stay silent, I am damned!
I am the master of hundreds of workers; they all look to me!
Can I abandon them; how would they live if I am not free?
If I speak, I am condemed.
If I stay silent, I am damned.
Who am I?
Can I condem this man to slavery, pretend I do not see his agony?
This innocent who bears my face, who goes to judgement in my place.
Who am I?
Can I conceal myself forevermore, pretend I'm not the man I was before?
And must my name until I die be no more than an alibi? Must I lie?
How can I ever face my fellow men? How can I ever face myself again?
My soul belongs to God; I know; I made that bargain long ago.
He gave me hope when hope was gone; he gave me strength to journey on!
Who am I?
Who am I?
I'm Jean Valjean!
And so Javert, you see it's true; this man bears no more guilt than you!
Who am I?
2-4-6-oh-1!
Writer(s): Herbert Kretzmer, Claude-michel Schonberg, Alain Albert Boublil, Jean-marc Natel
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