Answer:
If a man carries my burden they will get crushed to death. Though not rich I leave silver in my track.
I have roots nobody sees. I am taller than trees. Up, up I go but I never grow. What am I?
You shoot me but I don't die. You hang me but I don't die. What am I?
I can be cracked, made, told, and played. What am I?
Marking mortal privation when firmly in place. An enduring summation inscribed in my face.
Bury deep, Pile on stones, My mind will always Dig up them bones