Answer:
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 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. What am I?
I direct you from outer space.
I am a ship that can be made to ride the greatest waves. I am not built by tool, but built by hearts and minds. What am I?
What is easy to get into but hard to get out of?
Whoever made me don't want me. Whoever bought me don't need me. Whoever use me don't know me.