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

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