“Verse 1” You hold the world in a fragile scale, Every truth in a silver veil, A careful step, a measured tone, You hate to see a heart alone. You read the room like open air, Feel every shift, each silent tear, A diplomat with velvet hands, You try to help them understand. “Pre-Chorus” But in the balance that you keep, You lose the things you’re meant to speak, A quiet war behind your grace, A storm you hide behind your face. “Chorus” Oh, Libra heart, you balance the air, A dance of justice, soft and rare, You bend, you lift, you never cling, Carrying love on the weight of wings. You give and give till you feel thin, Trying to hold the world within, But even stars must sometimes fall, You don’t have to hold it all. “Verse 2” You chase a beauty deep and true, In everything you say and do, A lover of the gentle kind, Of peaceful hearts and open minds. But every choice feels like a cost, A fear of something being lost, So you stand still between the lines, Afraid to choose, afraid of signs. “Bridge” What if your voice deserves the space? What if your truth won’t break the grace? You don’t need perfect harmony To be exactly who you’re meant to be. “Final Chorus” Oh, Libra soul, just let it show, The side of you you rarely show, You don’t need wings to rise above— You are the balance, you are the love. With open heart and clearer view, The world finds symmetry in you, Not just the peace you try to bring— But the strength beneath your wings.
