I'm priceless, and cannot be bought, Some seek my purpose, Others destroy me, Those who steal me gain no more, I never last forever, but can a life-time. What am I?
I'm assumed to be a gift that's priceless, that can't be bought or sold. My value is far greater than a mountain made of gold. What am I?
Looking at my face, I'm no more than six. Look at the rest of me and I'm 21. You'll see my twin and me in Las Vegas. Say my name and you'd be uttering a threat.
What am I?
