Disclaimer: I don't own Les Miserables.
After nineteen years I'm finally free. It was so long. It was such a struggle. I got five years for what I did and the rest because I tried to run. I was no longer Jean ValJean but 24601. I hate them. They turned me into a number. The wasted years... where I could have been with my family. My beloved wife... she's dead now. I wasn't by her side to hold her hand as she died. We never had any children. I wanted children but we couldn't have any because I got arrested and thrown in the prison. Finally after nineteen years I'm free. Freedom is mine. The Earth is still. I feel the wind. I breathe again. The sky clears. The world is waking. I drink from the pool. The taste is so clean. I will never forget the years or the waste. I won't forgive them for what they did. They think I'm guilty. No. They are the guilty ones. They should have shown compassion. My sisters youngest child was starving to death. All I did was steal a loaf of bread. My GOD they acted as if I killed someone. I stole a loaf of bread. What was I supposed to do? Was I supposed to let my sister's child starve to death? I had no other choice. Well the day begins and now lets see what this new world will do for me.