For the old I am just a thing. But for children, I am amazing. I can be a sword a gun and a lot of fun. I’m movies I crack when your near. And than you’ll know fear.

I speak without a mouth, I hear without ears. I have no body, Yet I come alive when called.

A head with no brain Leaves, but no tree A homophone to the masses pleading to be free

I am a promise between lovers. I am a place for people to fight. I may have a shiny stone. And I shine in the light. What am I?

I can be spoken, but never said. I can be written, but never read. I exist only when you don’t look for me. The moment you find me, I vanish. What am I?