Where cold we lie, the dust of life, Conceived in hell and born in spite, 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 your mind, They are the faces of the children, The ones we left behind. Where cold we die, 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 every 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. Where cold we die, the dust of life, Conceived in hell and born in strife, We are their fathers and their 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! 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's why we know That they are all Our children Too! © BF-WATCH TV 2021