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