Answer:
Born of sorrow, grows with age, you need a lot to be a sage. What is it?
I am two-faced but bear only one. I have no legs but travel widely. Men spill much blood over me. Kings leave their imprint on me. I have greatest power when given away yet lust for me keeps me locked away.
I am a million peopleβs wakeup call
In my life I must bare, my bloodline I must share. What am I?
I cannot be felt seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.