Answer:
I cannot be other than what I am, until the man who made me dies. Power and glory will fall to me, only when he last closes his eyes.
I have four wings, but cannot fly, I never laugh and never cry; On the same spot I’m always found, toiling away with little sound. What am I?
I went into the woods and got it. I sat down to seek it. I brought it home with me because I couldn’t find it. What is it?
What asks but never answers?
People need me yet they give me away every day.
How do you know if a sniper likes you?