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

We can't forget, must not forget, 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