Amidst concrete and steel, I flow unbowed, Like gusts between the skyscrapers' embrace. No subway crush, no deadline's heavy shroud Can pierce the freedom etched upon my face. The city's pulse, a wine that makes me strong, Intoxicates my spirit, sets it free. What care I for the rushing, anxious throng? I'm one with urban winds of destiny. Let Wall Street fret, let tourists gape and stare, I soar above the honking, bustling fray. Untouchable as breezes in Times Square, I dance through life, come what the MTA may. Oh my love, meet me on the Brooklyn Bridge, Where city winds and heartbeats intertwine. We'll laugh and hug amid the neon ridge, Invincible, like gusts on the subway line.