I come and stand at every door But no-one hears my silent plea I knock and yet remain unseen For I am dead for I am dead I need no fruit nor even rice I need no meat nor even bread And I need nothing for myself When children die they do not grow I woke one day to ash in light My eyes grew dim my eyes grew bright Death came and turned my bones to dust And scattered swirling in the wind I need no fruit nor even spice I need no sweet or even bread And I need nothing for myself
