Pilate's Dream

I dreamed I met a Galilean
The most amazing man
He had that look you very rarely find
The haunting, haunted 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 man
They seemed to hate this man
The fell on him
And then they disappeared again

Then I saw thousands of millions
Crying for this man
And then I heard them mentioning my name
And leaving me the blame