Like all survivors I once thought
When Im home I wont give a damn
But now I know Im caught, Ill never leave Vietnam
War isnt over when it ends, some pictures never leave you mind.
They are the faces of the children the ones we left behind
Theyre 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
Thats why we know deep in our hearts, that they are all our children too
Those kids hit walls on evry side,they dont belong in any place.
Their secret they cant hide its written on their face.
I never thought one day Id plead
For half-breeds from a land thats torn
But then I saw a camp for children whose crime was being born
Theyre 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