Steamrolled by the Canucks, the Islanders weep,

Steamrolled by the Canucks, the Islanders weep,
As hope fades and disappointment runs deep.
Their once mighty hearts heavy with sorrow,
They yearn for a brighter, triumphant tomorrow.

With every blow delivered, their spirits descend,
Their dreams of victory, they struggle to mend.
A disappointing slide, aching souls now they bear,
But still, a glimmer of hope lingers in the air.

In unity they stand, the battle still to be fought,
Their resilience tested, lessons hard-learned and taught.
With grit and determination, they rise from the fall,
To overcome adversity, reclaiming it all.

The Islanders, reborn, they will not be denied,
Their passion renewed, a flame that won’t subside.
For in their hearts and souls, a fire burns bright,
Aching to conquer, to emerge with renewed might.

The journey is arduous, the path fraught with strife,
But fueled by their dreams, they embrace this wild life.
For they know that within them, the strength lies true,
To rise from the ashes, to forge anew.

So, let the Canucks steamroll, let the losses accrue,
For the Islanders shall rise, their victory overdue.
With perseverance and resilience, they’ll conquer the tide,
For in their hearts, the flame of hope will forever abide.