There�s beauty in the butterfly But also in the moth There�s beauty in the sinner before and after he got lost There�s beauty in the traitor if freedom�s on the line There�s beauty in the outcast if beauty saves your life And I keep on moving
Maybe there�s beauty in the mother And in the father and the ghost But then there�s beauty in all others if decency�s the boast There�s beauty in the struggle And beauty in the cost If along the way the purpose was that beauty wasn�t lost Well there�s beauty in the simple and in the fury of extremes There�s even fury in injustice if in return nobody swings So I keep on moving
Well there�s beauty in the boxcars and the wisdom of their saints There�s beauty in the moment and in the turning of the page There�s beauty in the knowing and in the wishing that you could Like magic ain�t a miracle Just your cards misunderstood Well there�s beauty in our doing Though diminished in our name The same beauty in a snowfall is also in a flame There�s beauty in creation as there�s beauty in its loss There�s beauty in the sinner before and after he got lost And I keep on moving