This is written by Ann Rostedt and deals with Marius' thoughts of Éponine...
I Never Knew...
I didn't know she loved me
I never had a clue
She only was a memory
faded from my view
Her childish ways were pleasing
her girlish laughter dear
Yet nothing she would try to do
could draw or leer me near
She lived her life a hard one
a child of the poor
Her family didn't give a damn
nor anyone less or more
When I had lost all hope in God
she came to comfort me
But all I did was turn aside
to grumble troubles and plee
She only tried to dry my eyes
and make me smile within
She did a favor for me
found my precious love again
She took me to the house
at 55 Rue Plumet
Although it hurt her deeply
she pretended not to care
And when my love, Cosette,
was sworn to go away
I traveled to the barricades
to fight my final day
We students fought our bravest
crying as we fell
The barricades lay bloody
like the battle fields of hell
But yet I didn't care
my life was nothing then
Without Cosette I had no hope
of happiness again
And when the gun was aimmed
its barrel like a knife
The young boy blocked the bullet
that would have surely killed my life
I ran into the darkness
hiding away my past
Only to emerge and hear
the whisper of a lass
...
I stumbled to the pavement
trembling as I fell
Her wretched body soaked in blood
Oh, God the awful smell
Her words were staggard sighs
"Please stay," she pleaded me
I took her body in my arms
craddled it against my knee
She smiled sweetly in my face
lied about the pain
Placed my hand upon her side
a letter in my name
"Take it," she murmured softly, "but
remember when I'm gone..."
"...to kiss me on the forehead..."
"...I shall feel it from beyond..."
Her eye lids fluttered closed
I thought she must be dead
I did believe the poor soul gone
the limpness of her head
She opened up her eyes so bright
and managed a smile too
She gave her last true hearted words
"Monsieur Marius, I believe I was a
little in love with you."
She expired as she smiled pure
resting against my side
I kissed her lightly on the head
and moments later cried
I never knew she cherished so
each word or smile of mine
I never relized all my acts
were unfaithful, unpure and blind
I never saw her standing there
I didn't care to see
Prehaps all that I cared about
was the happiness of me
So as I sit beside your soul
upon the pavement cold
I only ask one final thing
of you to free this hold
Forgive me Eponine
forgive me in thee end
...
For all you ever wanted
was the love of one true friend
The Street
..
A long and silent street
I walk in blackness and I stumble and fall
and rise, and I walk blind, my feet
stepping on silent stones and dry leaves
..
Everything dark and doorless
Turning and turning among these corners
which lead forever to the street
where nobody waits for, nobody follows me
where I pursue a man who stumbles
and rises and says when he sees me: nobody
.
If We Must Die
...
If we must die - let it not be like hogs
Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,
While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,
Making their mock at our accursed lot.
If we must die - Oh, let us nobly die,
So that our precious blood may not be shed
In vain; then even the monsters we defy
Shall be constrained to honor us though dead!
Oh, kinsmen! We must meet the common foe;
Though far outnumbered, let us show us brave,
And for their thousand blows deal one death-blow!
What though before us lies the open grave?
Like men we'll face the murderous cowardly pack,
Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!
..
Eponine's Prayer
..
If I believed in you, lord, I'd ask you one last grace
One final gift from you, lord, before I leave this place
I'd ask for him to love me, to hold me to his heart
I'd ask a new life for us all, a new chance, a new start
..
If I believed in you, lord, I'd ask why things are so
That short years can do this, lord, can make me sink so low
I'd ask you what your plan was, why this misery I feel?
Did you create me just to hurt, are my worst fears real?
..
If I believed in you, lord, I'd ask why I must go
So many questions left, lord, so much that I don't know
I don't regret the end of life, I only wish I knew
Why prayers seem so useless, why I don't believe in you.
(About Little Cosette)
Sing, little bird, sing out your song
Sing of a life you'll never know
Tell all the world how trapped you've been
Tell how you wish you were free to go
...
Sing of the world, the world outside
Brilliant and blazing, filled with life
You wish to fly, let your wings unfurl
To join the brightest colours of the world...
...
A bird in a cage is loved, but still
Freedom is longed for when denied
Safety and comfort, golden bars
Freedom is lost when one must hide
...
Sing, little bird, sing for us both
Sing of a life I long to see
Bring me the world and a golden key
Open the doors, let me be free
..
I saw the young men marching, saw them pass me in the street
I heard their cries for freedom, heard the drum toll out its beat
They cried for us to join them, and I marched beside awhile
I saw their leader, golden man, I saw their hopeful smiles
..
I marched there with them just a while, till fear began to grow
I knew what they were doing and I wondered did they know
That bravery is not a match for gendarmes cruel guns
That their struggle for a bright new world would end ere it begun
..
I left the young men marching, let them pass me in the street
Their bravery, my own dark fears, forced me into retreat
I could not stand there with them they were better men than I
And daybreak found them cold and dead when sunlight lit the sky
..
I remember young men marching, how could I ever forget?
The cowardice that drove me fills each day with such regret
They died all but forgotten by the people they fought for
Yet though I shall live far longer, those brave men were worth far more.
...
--
The lights dim, your music starts
You take complete control of the audience's hearts
The songs in you, they make us cry
your happy endings make us sigh
And yet your history is a deeper one
It's true
Your characters, they once were real
And still are real today
For everywhere I look I see Fantine or Javert
In myself I see Eponine and Enjolras
But mostly I see the Thenardiers
in myself as well as others
Where have the Jean ValJean's gone?
They are still here and always will be
And if you look, you will always find them
The problems then, still live on
As you do, always in our hearts
Why is your music so captivating?
Why does your story always seem so new?
Your fans, determined to live out your hopes and dreams
We live as one in you
I've never stopped to think
how much you changed my life
You gave me hope, a future
And wisdom of the world
So while to some, you're just a play
To me, you are today.
You are Les Miserables
forever.
"Au Dieu Vivant Qui Meurt" (Enjolras)
--
Un dieu peut mourir? C'est impossible! mais, c'est vrai.
Le beau jeune dieu est mort, et le monde lui manque.
Où êtes-vous, mon jeun homme du ciel?
Êtes-vous rentré sans nous dire "adieu"? Dites "non",
monsieur.
L'armé vous a pris de nous. Vous êtes rentré, mais vous
reviendrez,
N'est-ce pas? Vous êtes mort sur une barricade, le dernier
Corps. Vous vouliez un nouveau monde, qui se lève
comme
Le Soleil, mais où est ce monde? Nous sommes
Abandonnés, vous nous abandonnez. Aidez-moi, mon
jeune homme du
Soleil. Aidez-moi à comprendre votre morte.
Le fusil ne pouvait pas vous tué. Vous allez
Vivre aux coeurs des hommes, où habite la misère.
Les misérables vous connaissent, et ils vous aiment.
Vous les connaissiez, et vous êtes mort pour eux.
Nous vous aimions quand vous viviez, le beau dieu de
Soleil. Vous, mon frère, étiez le dieu vivant. Tu étais mon
Ami, mon camrade. Un autre révolutionnaire.
On a tué ton corps, mais pas ton âme. Ton âme
Vivrait aux coeurs des hommes, et au bout de mon coeur.
Le beau dieu vivant est mort, mais il reste dans mon coeur
qui pleur.
D'être revolutionnaire: qu'est-ce que c'est?
D'être tué par l'armé de votre pays?
De tuer vos frères pour un morceau de pain?
De donner, à un futur inconnu, votre vie?
Oui, c'est tous ces choses, et quelques plus grandes.
C'est de passer votre vie avec vos amis.
C'est de voir la misère sans devenu un des misérables,
De comprendre que la terre n'est pas sans espoir,
De mourir pour la patrie, pas le roi, pas le pays. Pour le
peuple.
Le rouge et le noir sont le deux couleurs de la terre, à vos
yeux.
L'espoir est rouge, somme le soleil à l'aube d'un beau jour.
La misère est noire, comme un nuit sans étoiles, très
obscure.
Le revolutionnaire sait comment on peut tourne le noir en
rouge.
Ça, c'est d'être revolutionnaire
Little people know when little people fight