Answer:
This thing runs but cannot walk, sometimes sings but never talks. Lacks arms, has hands; lacks a head but has a face.
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
We hurt without moving. We poison without touching. We bear the truth and the lies. We are not to be judged by our size.What are we?
You heart it speak, for it has a hard tongue. But it cannot breathe, for it has not a lung.
What is given but kept by the giver?
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.