I rest in your drawer beside forks and knives, but at night I help two people align their lives. By soup or by snuggle, I’m always in tune. What am I? Why, I’m your trusty-!

Trampled on every day, so unfair, I get no respect Pets and flees, heavens me, what's with the neglect Burns galore, I deplore, a rambunctious childs slide Dried cells, hair, and nails, all of which I hide

I'm not just where you live and work, I'm also a way, You can preface me with easy, sesame, or main, Or end me with light, fight or urchin. What am I?

I am mouthless, but I babble I am leggless, but I run I have a big brother named River

When weapons are involved, people tell you to drop here Reckless drivers may do this in a rush. Stalagmites will often grow here, within caves. Those afraid of heights are grateful for me.