He thinks that man is me,
Without a second glance,
This 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 condemned,
If I stay silent I am damned.

I am the master of hundred of workers,
They all look to me,
Can I abandon them?
How will they live if I am not free?

If I speak they are condemned,
If I stay silent I am damned.

Who am I?

Can I condemn this man to slavery?
Pretend I do not feel his agony?
This innocent who wears my face,
Who goes to judgment in my place.

Who am I?

Can I conceal myself forever more?
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 man?
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 today you see it's true,
This man bears no more guilt than you.

Who am I?
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