Answer:
More precious than gold, but cannot be bought, Can never be sold, only earned if it’s sought, If it is broken it can still be mended, At birth it can’t start nor by death is it ended.
Mobsters judge the quality of a vehicle by the size of this
Mountains will crumble and temples will fall. And no man can survive its endless call.
What is that over the head and under the hat?
It is a sound of empty, speak and it'll talk back plenty. But all the more you yack, you'll get the same words back.
What is always coming but never arrives?