Trying to figure it out.

Being small brings you to think there’s nothing in this world you can do at all

Being kind makes you wonder of what man under goes threw for thunder.  

Being tough makes you rough while being scared adds to the faired. 

Once you see how light can be, it will travel on while you miss it from need. 

The entire world could never stop, people all moving but never caught. 

Ocne you know the joy of bow then she may kiss your spirt so. 

I know it’s not much but words can touch your mind in eye it might be rough.