My red eye looks upon you
With burning my tears flow
My sorrow is something
that you’ll never know

At birth I have no blood nor bone
My insides highly sought
My death no one will ever atone
As I fry in places hot

My father gave me this
and I passed it to my son.
Though the three of us had it
It’s used by everyone.

Those who wish to keep me, never speak of me because I break when I am named.

I have no wings, yet I fly.  Those who hold me in their hands will find that I’ll soon disappear.