© Dennis Tice 1991
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You're looking at a real survivor
It's hard to keep a good man down
Then a song and for a moment she's still with me
My emotions start spinning around
There may have been a star in Heaven
When I looked up to the winter sky
But the night was so cold and the air cut right through me
So I started my way back home
Gone ... in the winter she went away
Leaving me standing alone
Gone ... gone
You're looking at a real survivor
But it depends upon your point of view
When a thorn outlasts the rose, it remains without a reason
Just a memory of a rose that it knew
Gone ... in the winter she went away
Leaving me standing alone
Gone ... gone
When Linda died
I was only nine
And a child just doesn't know to say good-bye
Now a flower grows
Through winter snow
And the child is now a man
But the child inside the man
Still the child inside the man can't say good-bye