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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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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