Answer:
I bind it and it walks. I loose it and it stops.
What get wet while drying
I have rivers without water. Forests without trees. Mountains without rocks. Towns without houses.
Kills the bad ones and the sad ones. Tightens to fit, so one size fits.
Whatβs black in the morning, red in the afternoon, and white at night?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?