Answer:
Fatherless and motherless. Born without sin, roared when it came into the world. And never spoke again.
I am always in front of you, but you will never see me. What am I?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?
I have legs but walk not, a strong back but work not. Two good arms but reach not. A seat but sit and tarry not.
As destructive as life, As healing as death; An institutioner of strife, Just as prone to bless. It is all that is good, Yet with an evil trend; As it was the beginning of things, It can also be the end.
I start with T end with T and within me is T.