I`ve hung my clothes outside to dry
the winds of tomorrow are blowing by
giving me a hand to make my outfit complete
and dry enough to wear
the dirt has been washed away
carrying stories over time
much more than I care to share
it started as it usual does
you know how the story goes
one look and the entire world shook
that´s why it´s always smart to take one last look
before the glue makes your world smaller
and you can´t grow any taller
than you already are
outer borders of a voluptuous mountain range
baring nothing to the imagination
while the midlands had nothing to offer a living soul
I was screaming out for knowledge and the history of the land
what´s the use in being the great conquerer
if the conquered does not have the slightest idea
that they`ve been conquered
