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I come and stand at every door |
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But none can hear my silent tread |
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I knock and yet remain unseen |
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For I am dead, for I am dead. |
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I'm only seven, although I died |
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In Hiroshima long ago. |
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I'm seven now, as I was then - |
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When children die, they do not grow. |
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My hair was scorched by swirling flame; |
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My eyes grew dim, my eyes grew blind. |
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Death came and turned my bones to dust, |
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And that was scattered by the wind. |
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I need no fruit, I need no rice. |
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I need no sweets, or even bread; |
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I ask for nothing for myself, |
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For I am dead, for I am dead. |
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All that I ask is that for peace |
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You fight today, you fight today. |
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So that the children of this world |
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May live and grow and laugh and play! |
