P.O.W. Lyrics

Down by the dugout is when I first laid my eyes on you
Your smile was innocent your lips tasted like honey dew
And I won't forget you, no matter what these years might do
I still smell you in the falling rains of JuneThey may try all they want
But I ain't ever giving up
The sweet memory of our love
They may try all they want
But I ain't ever giving up our loveWell, that call came in late one Sunday afternoon
It was family dinner; we didn't expect to hear so soon
He said, "pack your bags boy, you gotta catch the midnight train"
When I come back home I'll never knowThey may try all they want
But I ain't ever giving up
The sweet memory of our love
They may try all they want
But I ain't ever giving up our loveI've seen a child die in his father's arms
In the middle of these city streets
And I wish all these people were disarmed
So we could go home to our families

It's a shot in the dark; a heart that's holding on; it's an undying love
'Cause maybe I'll see you againThey may try all they want
But I ain't ever giving up
The sweet memory of our love
They may try all they want
But I ain't ever giving up
Our love