What loses its head in the morning
but gets it back at night?
A dagger thrust at my own heart dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand and right I yield to the twisting of the blade. What am I?
I am rarely touched but often held. If you are smart you'll use me well. What am I?
I can be repeated but rarely in the same way. I can't be changed but can be rewritten. I can be passed down but should not be forgotten.
The more there is the less you see.
I roam through the lands hoping to rescue my love. I search high and low and will stomp on you if you get in my way!