but I think that they're wrong
'Cause all I know is I woke up
this morning, and something big
was gone. Gone into that dark
ether where you're still young
and hard and cold,
Just like when they built you,
brother, they broke the mold.
Now your death is upon us and
we'll return your ashes to the
earth, and I know you'll take
comfort in knowing you've been
roundly blessed and cursed.
But love is a power greater than death,
just like the songs and stories told,
And when she built you, brother,
she broke the mold.
B. Springsteen
