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