A Single Candle Light Burns

I will hold a candle for you, this ghost town

Name where status stands on fountains 

In the centres of central middle square with old glory

Like Trafalgar square with old glory

I will hold a candle for you in this windy state

Where the sand has invaded and occupies space

Determined to claim back to nature as a debt owed 

I will hold a candle for you, old mining towns 

That brought wealth and dreams of men no longer here 

To assert the importance you once held on treasure's gold rush 

Sceptics and philosophers say nothing last forever mortality 

Adds more value to meaning and then it is lost 

And then it is lost when time expires on what essence we hold 

But I will hold a candle out for you, a single candle light burns 

Live through me, my vessel as strong and big 

Enough to carry such weight of memory 

Live with me announce revitalisation 

And have old woods become fuel to burn this flame 

Keeping us warm in ghost towns 

Where echoes whisper and the candle light burns 

I will hold a candle out  in your name, for you 

For glory for your memory in essence more for me 

And have sentiments bask in our memory 

For I do treasure holding this candle light bright 

You became an ancestry in chapters written 

As rock foundation we stand on you for firm support 

As I watch you join the gods this solemn night 

This love, this soul, this empty shell

Love for get me not 

If I kick this bucket old 

My mortal hearts fade  

I lost my President

To the souls of men that stands distance 
At the edge of  rivers before crossing  


Costumes of one's role and characters played 
Is soon without that much sway to hold, empty shells 


Indeed silence becomes of us all in time due 
So do not cry, it is more than what we can will 


When at the river's crossing our names are called 
To count, on account, like when Shepherds call sheep   


A sobering feeling us witness,  for one thy name mentioned 
Steps foot on the river's walk, vanishing behind the fog 


Cast as list of names on inscribed scroll for mortal ends 
To have been blessed with life, our names do appear 


Waiting patiently, closer to the river's edge on age count 
Yet as close, it is only when thy name is in mention 


That one with tickets crosses this rivers of spent life 
No one knows where it ends, to know true faith


The curtains of fogs hides view from inquisitive eyes 
So I do not know from a distance where my President went 


His name came up "Prof. John Atta Mills" on mortal scroll  
A' he crossed the river and vanished in the distance behind t' fog 

VULINDLELA-BRENDA FASSIE; A Tribute

Whose voice was it, that awaken the inside of me, day break 
Like a spiritual calling, back to my instinct hear loud 


What words are said, to knock, knock, on my sleepy hearts 
What language like tongues, my heart shares with my head 


It sends me back to my instinct call, make peace not war 
I am basic again, I am sophisticated, I am light as a feather 


I am a reaction to a sound I heard from the south 
Africa, the corner stone, the awakening call, I am glory 


It is that sound, like the birds chatter in the morning to wake 
My mind's rest, and watch the golden glow of the morning sunrise 


The sounds of beats add ons, only serves to accentuate the magic of life 
I can not help, but nod my head, like a wall gecko 


My shoulders, and legs follow, my soul dance 
It is in a trance, I am in a trance, a happy place, a happy place 


Heard someone say, rest in peace, to send shock waves 
You never did tell me, how you got your angel wings  


But before you went, you left me with the magic 
Of sounds, of music, of life, of Africa