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Biscuits and Milo
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The Hmongs are an ethnic group of people from Laos. Prior to the Viet war, they were mainly supporters of the democratic party. During the Viet war against the communist military government, the US recruited them as spies. They were promised secu
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Daniel Cheong
Daniel Cheong

Sun Mar 30, 2008
Acoustic : Acoustic Guitar
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About the song
I went for a trip organized by Radion International to the camp. We were there to provide the needs of the kids by giving them some biscuits and Milo. What I saw and heard and felt made me write this song. I hope that I managed to convey the emotions they feel accurately enough.

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Lyrics
Verse 1
Running till no breath is left
Finally a place of rest
Some people say it’s protection
I call it a fence

Is it an offense, to flee in defense?
Can 8000 mentally distressed?
Women children were not spared
Wounds to the heart by bullets

Pre-chorus
The more they know the more they cry
Calling for angels from the sky
In unknown language
But you understand, it’s
For their lives

Chorus
A nod and knees bent
Two hands together, Asking for
Nothing more
Than Biscuits and Milo

Reach down to them
Look into their eyes
You could almost hear
I don’t wanna die

Verse 2
The powers have agreed on
This is not where they belong
Send them back once and for all
Deal with them out of my soil.

A couple of separated
Some choices have been made-d
I rather forsake myself here
Than to relive my fears

Bridge
Almost giving up this part
Hope shines from the dark
But all of this superficially
Are temporary means to live

Maybe It’s the extra dollars
Maybe it’s the fear of spiders
Maybe it’s the heart so very cold
It’s working anymore