Beauty

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
And I keep on moving
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
Oh, 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
I keep on moving
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 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
And I keep on moving
And I keep on moving
Keep on moving