Like all survivors
I once thought
When I'm home
I won't give a damn
But now I know I'm caught
I'll never leave Vietnam
War isn't over when it ends
Some pictures never leave your mind
They are the faces of the children
The ones we left behind
They're called bui-doi
The dust of life
Conceived in Hell
And born in strife
They are the living reminders
Of all the good we failed to do
That's why we know
Deep in our hearts
That they're all our children too
These kids hit walls on everyside
They don't belong in anyplace
Their secret they can't hide
It's printed on their face
I never thought one day I'd plead
For half-breeds from a land that's torn
But then I saw a camp for children
Whose crime was being born
They're called bui-doi
The dust of life
Conceived in Hell
And born in strife
We owe them fathers
And a family
A loving home they never knew
Because we know
Deep in our hearts
That they're all our children too
These are souls in need
They need us to give
Someone has to pay
For their chance to live
Help me try
They're called bui-doi
The dust of life
Conceived in Hell
And born in strife
They are the living reminders
Of all the good we failed to do
That's why we know
Deep in our hearts
That they're all our children too