In the heart of Brooklyn, where dreams intertwine,
A tale of a stolen bike, a moment unkind.
As I walked down the streets, my heart heavy with sorrow,
My trusty companion, gone by the morrow.
I whispered a spell to the stars up high,
To heal the wounds, to dry each tear's cry.
"O cosmic forces, lend your strength to me,
Rekindle my spirit, set my soul free."
Amidst the bustling city, no one seemed to see,
The tears on my cheeks, my heart's silent plea.
I walked alone, a broken soul in the mist of mourning.
I cast another spell, to mend the unseen pain,
To soothe my soul's weeping, to cleanse the stain.
"O universe, embrace my suffering cries,
Wrap me in your warmth, under starry skies."
Visible tears, I shed along the way,
In the city that never sleeps, where dreams sway.
No one asked why my heart had been broken,
As I journeyed through the morning rush, heartbroken and bent.
In the midst of chaos, I found my way home,
Through spells and tears, I was no longer alone.
For sometimes in silence, the heartache can mend,
And in the stillness of daylight, my soul found a friend.
Though my bike was stolen, and the city was blind,
In my heart, a resilience, like stars in the mind.
Brooklyn's friends embraced me.
I carried my pain, my tears, 'neath the Brooklyn sky.
