Who Am I

Les Misérables
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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 condemned. 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 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 judgement in my place.

Who am I?

Can I conceal myself for evermore? 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, that man bears no more guilt than you.

Who am I?

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