At the thickest hour of the night,
I walked in its sleep.
A true companion I found in the stars,
I fear no evil and no witch.
At the scary look of the night,
With every step I took,
Never did I walk alone.
I voyage to the sky but never did I walk alone.
It appeared like a battle with a sour taste,
Mama said to me,
"Go, and never walk alone."
At this juncture,
Friends turned to the west like the sun set.
Mama's voice rang in my ears,
As the closing bell flourished the mind of the nurseries.
Never walk alone, go in multiple selves;
Never walk alone, go with your belief;
Never walk alone; go with your spirit.
At Anfield then, the Catalans walked alone;
At the appearance of the Anfield's king,
Even the Catalan's king wished to be reds.
Forgetting the source of their might,
Clueless they became as they walked.
A broom stick never makes a clean sweep,
Because it never walks alone.
Dirts succumb to its order.
A tree makes not a forest,
Because it never walks alone.
A jungle is built.
Matching towards the path of glory,
Walking alone was ever their last.
A Clarion call they all stood to obey,
Because success to one is success to all.
©Musa Oyiza Rahama
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