Lyrics

[Chorus]

One little word is all it takes,

For a guy’s life to be at stake.

People believe the words of a liar,

Just because “there’s no smoke without fire.”

I beg all, do not jump to conclude,

For the sake of those falsely accused.

[Verse]

Of course, women are victims of the most heinous crime imaginable!

Those things should not be shrugged off, ignored, or swept under the carpet at all!

But it has to be said, there are also countless innocent men and boys!

They are just as much entitled to some representation and a voice!

For these blokes can have their lives utterly destroyed and obliterated!

A bitter ex, an attention-seeker, or some other motivation!

Even if she’s caught out in a lie, and thus the poor guy’s name is cleared,

He will still spend the rest of his life met outside with rumours and jeers!

[Chorus]

One little word is all it takes,

For a guy’s life to be at stake.

People believe the words of a liar,

Just because “there’s no smoke without fire.”

I beg all, do not jump to conclude,

For the sake of those falsely accused.

[Verse]

I am not trying to enable men who hurt women at all, trust me.

The law should lock those scumbags up in prison and then throw away the key!

But an innocent bloke should not pay the price for crimes he didn’t commit.

Because, believe it or not, false allegations affect real cases!

Not only is the nice guy’s life in danger of ruin and misery,

But all of these liars can stop genuine victims from being believed!

And people wonder why there is a higher suicide rate among men!

It is bare-faced guilty until proven innocent, again and again!

[Interlude Music]

[Chorus]

One little word is all it takes,

For a guy’s life to be at stake.

People believe the words of a liar,

Just because “there’s no smoke without fire.”

I beg all, do not jump to conclude,

For the sake of those falsely accused.

[End]se mes pas sur le bitume, l’horizon m’appelle,
Un souffle d’avenir dans l’écho des ruelles.
Les murs gardent encore les traces de mon histoire,
Graffiti d’une vie, ébauche de ma mémoire.
Le passé murmure, je l’entends dans le vent,
Comme une chanson douce, un murmure troublant.
Je pars, mais j’emmène des fragments dans ma poche,
Des rires, des pleurs, des rêves un peu fauchés.


Adieu la lumière d’un jour trop court,
Les rivières du temps m’entraînent, je cours.
Un cœur rempli d’ombre, d’amour et de foi,
Vers une autre étoile, loin de toi.



Chaque pierre sous mes pieds raconte une bataille,
Des nuits à chercher un sens dans les failles.
J’ai vu des visages s’éloigner dans la brume,
Des sourires faner sous le poids de l’amertume.
Mais la route m’appelle, j’la sens dans mes veines,
Un voyage inscrit dans l’encre de mes chaînes.
Nostalgie dans mes yeux, espoir dans ma tête,
Je quitte