I Come and Stand At Every Door

I come and stand at every door

But no one hears my silent dread

I knock and yet remain unseen

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

In Hiroshima long ago

I'm seven now as I was then

When children die they do not growMy hair was scorched by 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 sweet, nor even bread

I ask for nothing for myself

For I am dead, for I am deadAll that I ask is that for peace

You fight today, you fight today

So that the children of this world

May live and grow, and laugh and play