Answer:
I have a head but never weeps. I have a bed but never sleeps. I can run but never walks. I have a bank but no money. What am I?
I may only be given but never bought. Sinners seek me but saints do not. (one word).
I am the black child of a white father a wingless bird flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me even though there is no cause for grief and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air.
I am what no man ever yet did see, which never was, but always is to be. What am I?
What is harder to catch the faster you run?
It has no top or bottom, but it can hold flesh, bones, and blood all at the same time.