I'm often found in pairs, but rarely speak. I help you gain when you're feeling weak. Though I have no voice, I'm known for my weight. What am I, that makes you lift your fate?

Only in silence, Am I defeated. For saying my name, I am created.

I come out white and creamy warm, then pasteurized before your home. My form is changed with practiced hands, to something new from what I am. I’m drunk and eaten, sliced and poured, what white drink do so many adore?

The other day, my friend and I were talking about hit songs from the seventies. And we both agreed that in nineteen seventy-four, there's no way that EVERYBODY was...

My first is a hunter that stalks on four paws, My second means family, bound by no laws.Put us together, And though I sound like a breed, I’m just a soft bloom on a branch, not a steed.