Answer:
Runs smoother than any rhyme, loves to fall but cannot climb!
It is a part of us, and then replaced. It escapes out bodies, to a better place. The world becomes its sizeable home. Its passions unrestraint, the planet it roams.
To unravel me you need a simple key, no key that was made by locksmith's hand. But a key that only I will understand.
Three lives have I. Gentle enough to soothe the skin. Light enough to caress the sky. Hard enough to crack rocks.
Today he is there to trip you up. And he will torture you tomorrow. Yet he is also there to ease the pain, when you are lost in grief and sorrow.
What language does a billboard speak?