Beauty - Matthew Good

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