"In all things there must be balance;" so my teacher says to me

"Living life's the point of things, but balance is the key

There is power in the balance that allows a crane to stand

My son, you must learn balance to assist your empty hands

For balance guides the butterflies and lets the seasons turn

The greatness inside any man is the balance that he learns"

In my life, there's been no balance; I was taught to lose or chеat

How am I to balance with no ground beneath my feet?

How will lеarning to be hurt and hate help me to have a chance

While a crane may stand by balance, you will never see one dance

For balance is a fairy tale I never will achieve

The naive may find balance, but the bitter can't believe

Still, I try to catch my balance, where the sand hills meet the sea

Do I need another's faith, or my own faith in me?

With my head above the water, I can sometimes see the land

Could it be I must see balance before I can understand?

That balance is as balance does, between the left and right

Balance means you understand the crane when it's in flight

Almost lost, can I find balance in the guise of what I fear?

Could it be a test of fire must make the balance clear?

This fire only balances the cold I've known so long

From this balancing I will emerge, a single human strong

For balance tempers light and dark, and guides these empty hands

Like the crane, whose one leg bears his all, with balance I can stand