Like all sur vi vors

I once thought

When I'm home I

won't give a damn

But now I know

I'm caught

I'll ne ver leave Viet nam

War i sn't o ver when it ends

some pic tures ne ver

leave you mind

They are the fa ces

of the chil dren

the ones we left be hind

They're called Bui- doi

the dust of life

Con ceived in hell

and born in strife

They are the li ving re min ders

of all the good we failed to do

That's why we know

deep in our hearts

That they are all

our chil dren too

These kids hit walls

on e very side

They don't be long

in a ny place

Their se cret they can't hide

it's prin ted on their face

I ne ver thought one

day I'd plead

For half- breeds from a

land that's torn

But then I saw

a camp for chil dren

whose crime was be ing born

They're called Bui- Doi

the dust of life

Con ceived in hell and

born in strife

We owe them fa thers

and a fa mily

A lo ving home

they ne ver knew

Be cause we know deep

in our hearts

That they are all

our chil dren too

These are souls in need

they need us to give

Some one has to pay

for their chance to live

Help me try

And born in strife

they are the li ving re min ders

of all the good we failed to do

That's why we know

deep in our hearts

That they are all

our chil dren, too