On these dark days of August
Remember the mushroom clouds of death
To honor those passed and those still here
To mourn what was killed in all of us
To warn of our nuclear delusions
Setsuko’s eyes closed in the blinding flash
Opened to bear witness and tell the world
What it was like when she saw hell
It’s something we must never forget
And never let happen again, to anyone
Setsuko asked me to keep singing
Of flowers blooming amidst the ashes
New life springing forth from scorched earth
While she tells us her story, their story
So that we may find peace and perhaps even glory