The PROUT Song

The song that we sing will go on
Suffering for all will be gone
A path of light for all opens up
PROUT is the path leading on

Suffering our lot again and again
Ordinary people can’t tolerate the pain
Cries of demons rend the air so vain
Moralist’s battle is on

Eastern horizon, the sun’s golden rays
No more, no more, these dark and endless days
The sun will chase the rain away will chase
One more day’s waiting is too long