I come and stand at every door
But no one hears my silent tread
I knock and yet remain unseen
For I am dead, yes I am dead.
I'm only seven although I died
In Hiroshima long ago
I'm seven now as I was then
For I am dead, yes I am dead.
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.
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.
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