I might come through the window, I'm often at the bar, I am used to send your sons, To fight in lands afar. What am I ?

In the meadow, a gentle gait, not a gallop, not a stroll. Like a dance on tiptoes, it’s a pace that warms the soul.

I’m a movie that’s very long, about an iceberg that’s very strong.

I have many teeth, but I never bite. I part the waves, but I have no boat. I fix your tangles from morning to night, And often live in your bathroom or tote.

I fly but have no wings I have a tail but no legs I have a spine but no bones And I have a bridle but no bit I have no life until you appear And cannot fulfill my purpose without you What am I?