I have the freedom of a bird, and the leash of a pet.

I go in hard, and I come out soft; all along you love to blow me.

apple, orange, watermelon, bread, cake, pie, cheese, pizza, life. or sideways golf shot. What am I ?

I have a single eye that cannot see, Yet everything bows in fear of me. I drop from the heavens to spin on the ground, Roaring like freight trains with nobody bound. I wear a funnel but pour no wine, And take what was yours to make it mine.

I have an eye but cannot see, yet thread must often pass through me. Though small in size, my work is fine, joining torn edges line by line.