Answer:
I begin your sentences.
I can fly but I have no wings. I can cry but I have no eyes. Wherever I go, darkness follows me. What am I?
My first is high my second damp my whole a tie a writer's cramp.
I am a room that has a roof but no walls. What am I?
The sun bakes me, the hand breaks me, the foot treads on me, and the mouth tastes me. What am I?
Both old people and owls are said to be possessing this trait