I dreamed I met a Galilean, A most amazing man. He had that look you rarely find, The haunted, hunted kind. I asked him to say what had happened, How it all began I asked again - he never said a word. As if he hadn't heard. And next, the room was full of wild and angry men. They seemed to hate this man. They fell on him him, and then, They disappeared again. Then I saw thousands of millions Crying for this man And then I heard then mentioning my name, And leaving me the blame.