Lord, don't let me walk alone.
Stay beside me. Walk shoulder to shoulder with me.
Liverpool man: WE DON'T WALK ALONE. I'll Never Walk Alone is not a chorus; it is my covenant. SC Villa, Emeritus President: The Jogoos taught me that NO FUN WITHOUT FANS WALKING TOGETHER. A man without his people is just a whistle in an empty stadium.
So keep Your mighty hand on my children, granddaughter. Lord, be where my hands cannot reach.
Keep Your hand on my Sisters; hide them under Your wing.
And now, Father, hear the pain in prayer:
Command my gods in Kifuuta, Kafuluma Bbaale, to wake up tonight. Let them walk barefoot. Let them go and INSPECT THE HOUSE OF MY PURPORTED FRIEND.
Go inside, ye gods of my forefathers. Look under his bed. Look inside his smile, the crocodile smile at the camp site.
Because they smile with me, Lord, and they plan a spear behind me.
They eat with me, and they are soul takers.
They clap for me in the light, but in the dark, they close the door I opened at the Site camp.
The bridge I built with my own hands, with my own money, with my own heart, my friends burned it. They burned it while I was still standing on it.
SHOW ME MY FRIENDS, LORD.
I fear them more than my enemies.
My enemy's spear, I can see it coming. But my friend's spear? It comes from my own kitchen. It comes with a hug.
So this weekend, let Kifuuta, Kafuluma Bbaale speak.
Let the gods enter that house of my purported friends. Let them read the walls. Let them bring me the truth before Monday knocks.
If his heart is clean, let him walk with me forever.
If his heart is daggered, let him walk alone.
I am done bleeding for people who celebrate my wounds.
I am emeritus President. I am a father. I am a believer. I am Villa. I am Liverpool.
And I WILL NEVER WALK ALONE AGAIN.
Walk on. Walk on. With hope in my heart. And I will never walk alone.
YNWA. Villa Forever. Let Kifuuta Judge.
