I Come and Stand at Your Door

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