I have no weight, yet I lift you. I have no voice, yet I answer you. I shrink in the dark, but grow when you refuse to stop walking. I am not a promise, yet I make promises feel possible. What am I?

I am one , I am two Many dozens of me and I am still minute Given time and patience, I grow beyond what you can count

four to start, a pretend bout, in the ring, where you are just practicing. punches light, though still delight, this session is just to train. last three go together, in a streak, as an example, for a winning sports team, as they win more than one back-to-back. add them together, a small little songbird, who’s been with humanity since the Stone Age.

I'm the seventh in a dozen that glow Removing my second letter leaves you with a primary trio Red strikes anyone who wants to see I might also be a name, one similar to a currency What am I?

I am the weakest of all but if you push me to the edge I just might outrank you all