Bright in colour, loud in song Am I an island, or foreboder of deep down danger?

I hold your name and show your face, I help you travel place to place. Stamped or signed, I open doors, And let you roam to distant shores.

Lonely and brilliant, Wistful, I stand, Lending my sight, To those looking to land

If you're in the UK, I'm where rubbish goes But in the US, I might hold toys or clothes For the thrifty, some bargains - I may contain those

I run but never walk, I roar but have no mouth. I can carve through stone or cradle a seed, Yet I never leave my bed.