Nichiren

He beat the drum and lit the fires

He sent the messages in vain

But the sound of his philosophy

Rose above the falling rain

And to you who find it difficult

To believe in anything

I praise you for the outrage

At the horror you have seen

So I'm trying to remember

I try to understand

Every holocaust has meaning

Not set in stone but drawn in sand

And in some cold and barren place

He spoke the phrase and thus I heard

With every small decision

You change a heart, you change the world