Answer:
Covered in stone and sun. It's home to many but also none. What is it?
Kills the bad ones and the sad ones. Tightens to fit, so one size fits.
If a man carried my burden, he would break his back. I am not rich, but leave silver in my track.
I bind it and it walks. I loose it and it stops.
I grow for a surface, even if you cut me. I continue to grow even after death.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?