I Come and Stand At Every Door

I come and stand at every door

But no one hears my silent prayer

I knock and yet remain unseen

For I am dead, for I am deadI'm only seven although I died

In Hiroshima long ago

I'm seven now as I was then

When children die they do not growMy hair was scorched by a swirling flame

My eyes grew dim, my eyes grew blind

Death came and turned my bones to dust

And that was scattered by the windI need no fruit, I need no rice

I need no sweets nor even bread

I ask for nothing for myself

For I am dead, for I am dead