Javert's Suicide

Who is this man What sort of devil is he To have caught me in a trap And choose to let me go free It was his hour at last To put a seal on my fate Wipe out the past And wash me clean off 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 live in the debt of a thief Damned if I 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 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 Who never doubted all those years My heart is stone and still ittrembles 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 soul 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 nowhere I can turn There is no way to go on