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 your 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're all our children too      These kids hit walls on everyside   They don't belong in anyplace   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're 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   Deep in our hearts   That they're all our children too