I murmur without words.
I sing without a voice.
Always marching forward,
I never have a choice.
Sometimes I am followed,
But often I am broken.
Sometimes I am listened to,
But words I've never spoken.
What am I?
I murmur without words.
I sing without a voice.
Always marching forward,
I never have a choice.
Sometimes I am followed,
But often I am broken.
Sometimes I am listened to,
But words I've never spoken.
What am I?
I think you are a:
Heart
I murmur without words.
Abnormal sounds from the heart are known as heart murmurs
I sing without a voice.
"Every heart sings a song..." - Plato
Always marching forward,
I never have a choice.
Hearts keep beating by involuntary action
Sometimes I am followed,
But often I am broken.
Sometimes I am listened to,
Follow your heart. Broken hearted. Listen to your heart (not your head).
But words I've never spoken.
...well, obviously...
Could you be
Rain
I murmur without words.
Falling rain seems like a murmuring crowd
I sing without a voice.
Rainsticks are a common musical instrument
Always marching forward, I never have a choice.
Rain can only fall, never going upwards
Sometimes I am followed,
By a thunder
But often I am broken.
By umbrellas?
Sometimes I am listened to,
Have you ever been in your bed listening to falling rain?
But words I've never spoken.
I'm thinking the:
Wind
A small breeze , wind-chimes, it's not like the wind ever blows backwards or chooses where it goes. You can follow the winds or listen to them to try and predict the weather(sailing) , and you can find shelter or clothes to break the wind. (I'm not 100% happy with the answer but it's all I can think of)
Perhaps the answer is along these lines:
A babbling brook, murmuring, singing unable to stop or retreat.
It is possible to follow the course of a stream; and white water is broken by rocks and shallows. Certainly it is possible to listen to it and even to find answers; but no words are spoken.
My answer:
A train engine
I murmur without words.
Purr of the engine
I sing without a voice.
Mobil makes your engine sing
Always marching forward, I never have a choice.
Trains can't go backwards
Sometimes I am followed,
by other cars or trains
But often I am broken.
engines are notorious for breaking
Sometimes I am listened to, But words I've never spoken.
A conductor would be listening to the engine