I cannot be felt, seen or touched; Yet I can be found in everybody; My existence is always in debate; Yet I have my own style of music. What Am I?
Source of happiness, source of sorrow, I can grow fast, I can die slow, I can be a joy and a pain as you may already know. What am I?
It can cause the greatest happiness or the deepest sorrow. It is a feeling expressed by words. Truthfully told by few, lies from many. Yet one still comes back tomorrow. What is it?