Javert's Suicide

Who is this man, what sort of devil is he?

To have me caught in a trap and choose to let me go free?

It was his hour at last to put a seal on my fate

Wipe up the past and watch me clean up the slate

All it would take was a flick of his knife

Vengeance was his and he gave me back my life

Damned if I'll live in the debt of a thief

Damned if I'll yield at the end of the chase

I am the law and the law is not mocked

I'll spit his pity right back in his face

There is nothing on earth that we share

It is either Valjean or Javert

How can I now allow this man to hold dominion over me?

This desperate man that I have hunted

He gave me my life, he gave me freedom

I should have perished by his hand

It was his right

It was my right to die as well

Instead I live, but live in hell

And my thoughts fly apart

Can this man be believed?

Shall his sins be forgiven?

Shall his crimes be reprieved?

And must I now begin to doubt

What I never doubted all those years?

My heart is stone but still it trembles

The world I have known

Is lost in shadow

Is he from heaven or from hell?

And does he know

That granting me my life today?

This man has killed me, even so

I am reaching but I fall

And the stars are black and cold

As I stare into the void

Of a world that cannot hold

I'll escape now from that world

From the world of Jean Valjean

There is no where I can turn

There is no way to go on