Answer:
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
What is weightless but it needs two person to hold it?
I bind it and it walks. I loose it and it stops.
Power enough to smash ships and crush roofs. Yet it still must fear the sun.
I can be quick and then I'm deadly, I am a rock, shell and bone medley. If I was made into a man, I'd make people dream, I gather in my millions By ocean, sea and stream.
The more of me you take, the more I appear behind you. What am I?