different now from what it seemed Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.1 I’ve played Fantine’s song in retreats and church settings as well as in private counseling sessions. The reaction is almost always the same. Stunned silence. How readily we identify with Fantine’s plight and her wounded heart! This wayward woman speaks to our shattered dreams—men who were fired from jobs or who failed at relationships, women who can never achieve the air-brushed looks of magazine covers, injured athletes who can