Everywhere there's a beautiful, there's an ugly that stares Wondering, would it be wonderful if they knew I was there When there's love there is a lonely man with an ache he can't bear Lookin' 'round at a lovely world that never will care Where there's life there's a dying girl trying to lift up a prayer The desperate hope of a dying soul slipping into despair Where there's joy there's a crying saint asking God are you there ‘cause I starting to see really no one is free and life isn't fair And there will always be the winners and the losers In a world, where the lucky are surviving And we may never be the shakers or the movers, but the losers we will still keep trying Where there's faith there the devil stands, catching us unaware
He says stop crying father you silly fool cause God isn't there He says the strong survive, and the weak will die If there's a God then He never really cared He says I am the winner, and you are the loser In a world, that is ever still divided And you will never be a shaker or a mover, and you loser, why do you keep trying? Ugly unappealing While I bury down this feeling How could anybody ever really love a loser like me But God you are revealing That my soul is slowly healing And suddenly this feeling is gone God save the sinners and God help the losers in a world where we're barely surviving When we are shaken you are the mountain mover, and the losers become winners by your dying