Masterpiece, Placid and yet disturbing with delicate mid tones, Over riding intricate melody casting!

Soweto is slowing down
Bodies about to be holed in.
Time of many mini deaths
as we all prepare to retire
to our beds. Most will face
the night alone
some with others.

Soweto is sliding silently
towards midnight.

A time when most will be off
kept alive only by their dreams.

The merchants of the dark arts
will start their shift soon
Focused solely on soiling souls.

Soweto is singing a silent lullaby
to me and my lonely heart.

It promises more nights like these.

Good night soweto. Love how you
remind me to find solace in nocturnal
melancholy.

soweto is about to sleep
it's 21H47
this side of the world has its back to the sun
its the moon that has our attention
nothing special about this night
beside the fact that  I am telling you about it
soweto is about to sleep
this side of the world has its back to the sun.
I hope your time
on your side of the world
is a pleasant
as this Soweto night.

It could be a spoonful of diamond
Could be a spoonful of gold
Just a little spoon of your precious love
Satisfy my soul
Men lies about little
Some of 'em cries about little
Some of 'em dies about littles
Everything fight about a spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that sp
It could be a spoonful of coffee
Could be a spoonful of tea
But a little spoon of your precious love
Good enough for me
Men lies about that
Some of 'em dies about that
Some of 'em cries about that
But everything fight about a spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that
Ooh ooh, fight about spoonfuls
Ooh ooh, fight about a spoonful
It could be a spoonful of water
Save you from the desert sand
But one spoon of lead from forty-five
Save you from another man
A Men lies about that
Some of 'em cries about that
Some of 'em dies about that
Everybody fightin' about a spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that