Answer:
What gets broken when you don't hold it?
They're big and yet so far away, We see them at the end of day. They're small and they're above. We see them when we close our eyes, Each time we are in love.
I am the first you ever saw, what greets you every morning and what goes out in the end.
Of these everyone has ten, part of two wholes at the arms end. What are they?
It covers you, you lose it every day and you'd die without it.
I am a rock group with four members. All dead one was assassinated.