HIROSHIMA



I come and stand at every door

Tho none can hear my silent tread

I come and knock yet remain unheard

For I am dead, for I am dead



I'm only seven tho 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 they were scattered on the ground



I need no fruit, I need no rice

I need no sweets, nor even bread

I ask for nothing for myself

For I am dead, for I am dead



All I ask is that for peace

We work today, we work today

So that the children of the world

Can live and laugh and grow and play



Tune:Baez version of the Grey Silkie

Recorded by Baez

@war @children

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