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I come and stand at every door |
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But no one hears my silent prayer |
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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 a 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 nor 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 |
