The door slams, dust falls down between the cracks

Some ran, some promised they'd be back

Saigon all gone, ashes to dust, a solo dance, a solo dance



Chorus:

And when we leave, we leave our dust, we slap our clothes, we shake it off

Cambodia, Laos, Vietnam

Out of the dust reach tiny hands to touch their fathers in other lands



Love is locked in these lost eyes, love is lost in these cold eyes

And in these wounds too raw to touch, lie ashes ashes, dust to dust



(chorus)



We are free, we are not alone, listen to our sound

Take these hands of flesh and bone, reaching out for love



Discards settle where they must, never knowing who to trust

And in these dreams that lie in rust, ashes ashes, dust to dust



(chorus)



We are free, we are free



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