I Come and Stand at Every Door

I come and stand at every door
But no one hears my silent dread
I knock and yet remain unseen
For I am dead, for I am deadI'm only seven although I've died
In Hiroshima long ago
I'm seven now as I was then
When children die they do not growMy 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 windI need no fruit, I need no rice
I need no sweet, nor even bread
I ask for nothing for myself
For I am dead, for I am dead