I come and stand at every door But none can hear my silent tread 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, or 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!
I come and stand at every door But none can hear my silent tread 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, or 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!
