Contraband

Build your holdings on a fertile pasture choose your land carefully upon which to stand and float above barbwires that last disaster with ease making every happiness contraband. And with each renewed morning, be thankful. When a songbird's song is carried-on-the wind and at dusk, soak in a bathtub, wistful your love's hair is gold corn with a red tint. To build good foundations, a solid house it'll be a blessing even when you've had a spat to decide love isn't enough, you've got to be wise else your home, your house will fall flat.