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 reminder of all the good we failed to do

That’s why we know deep in our hearts, that they are all our children too



Those kids hit walls on ev’ry side,they don’t belong in any place.

Their secret they can’t hide it’s written 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