Sadako is folding cranes The color Spills from the bed Golden paper Fold one thousand Gods will grant you a wish One mile from Misasa bridge The Atom Bomb explodes She is blown out of the window She is two years old This is our cry This is our prayer This is our cry This is our prayer Ten years later Swollen purple legs Her pool-black eyes Family huddles 'round the bed Her last meal Tea on rice This is our cry This is our prayer This is our cry