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