Answer:
When Iām metal or wood, I help you get home. When Iām flesh and Iām blood, In the darkness I roam.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?
Two brothers we are, great burdens we bear. All day we are bitterly pressed. Yet this I will say, we are full all the day, and empty when go to rest.
What travels from house to house and is sometimes narrow and sometimes wide but always stays outside?
I'm full of holes, yet I'm full of water.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?