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 dead...



I'm only seven although I died

In Hiroshima, long ago

I'm seven now as I was then

When children die they do not grow...



My 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 wind...



I need no fruit, I need no rice,

I need no sweets, no even bread.

I ask for nothing for myself

For I am dead, for I am dead...



All 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...