As long as you don't notice her
She'd rather be extremely under-rated
Than let you see what she's really worth
But inside there's a butterfly
Who won't sit still though she denies
He has made her beautiful
She's a crowning creature of creation
Are running from their beauty
They clothe their fears in drab and dim
But if we believe God has made us in his image
Then how is our hiding gonna glorify him?
When inside there's a butterfly
Who won't sit still though we deny
We are crowning creatures of creation
For this kicked round broken down world to see
We are crowning creatures of creation