Answer:
Walk on the living, they don't even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble.
When they are caught, they are thrown away. When they escape, you itch all day.
What is it that was given to you, belongs only to you. And yet your friends use it more than you do?
I have one eye. See near and far. I hold the moments you treasure and the things that make you weep.
What goes up when the rain comes down?
I will disappear every time you say my name.