Prologue: What Have I Done? - Colm Wilkinson

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 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 have 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 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