(Pilate)

I dreamed I met a Galilean

A most amazing man

He had that look

You very rarely find

The haunting 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 and then disappeared



Then I saw thousands of millions

Crying for this man

And then I heard them mentioning my name

And leaving me the blame