Byrds, The
I Come & Stand At Every Door
I come and stand at every doorBut no one hears my silent prayerI knock and yet remain unseenFor I am dead, for I am deadI'm only seven although I diedIn hiroshima long agoI'm seven now as I was thenWhen children die they do not growMy hair was scorched by swirling flameMy eyes grew dim my eyes grew blindDeath came and turned my bones to dustAnd that was scattered by the windI need no fruit I need no riceI need no sweets nor even breadI ask for nothing for myselfFor I am dead, for I am deadAll that I ask for is for peaceYou fight today, you fight todaySo that the children of this worldMay live and grow and laugh and play
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