Answer:
Three lives have I. Gentle enough to soothe the skin. Light enough to caress the sky. Hard enough to crack rocks.
This is needed both for courage and hardcover books.
It's got twists and turns, but has no curves. Twist it to fix it, turn it to ruin it. What is it?
One by one we fall from heaven down into the depths of past, And our world is ever upturned so that yet some time weโll last.
I march before armies, a thousand salute me. My fall can bring victory, but no one would shoot me. The wind is my lover, one-ยญlegged am I. Name me and see me at home in the sky.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?