They're called Bui-Doi.
The dust of life.
Conceived in Hell,
And born in strife.
They are the living reminder of all the good we failed to do.
We can't forget
Must not forget
That they are all our children, too.
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 you 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 are all our children too
These kids hit walls on ev’ry side, they don’t belong in any place.
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 are 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
That's why we know
Deep in our hearts
Deep in our hearts
That's why we know
That they are all our children, too.
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