Thee Invisible Heart

Deep in the basement, where science meets the street, Frankie Rocco and Sol, cookin' up something neat. Using Sol's genius, with glasses all misted, They craft a light-bendin' suit, mission enlisted.

Down the dusty stairway, Frankie hurries down, Checkin' on his friend's work, the coolest in town. Sol, the autistic genius, ginger afro like a microphone, Smiles big, glasses misted, saying, "It's done, yow."

On gritty Swansea streets, Eliza Cox locks the doors up tight, Social worker for Frankie, dealing with his plight. Lost his daughter Izzy to adoption, a pain unforgiven, Years pass by, but the wounds unhidden.

Night falls at 9, Eliza on the move, Hearin' footsteps behind, her senses are tuned. Pitta pitta, plates of meat on decayed the street, feelin' followed, heart pounding to the beat.

She kicked off her shoes, on the run she goes, Up the ramps to the second floor of the parking lot's rows. Reaches her car, breathin' heavy and fast, her door slams shut, she feels safe at last.

But out of thin air, a Rambo blade appears, Pressed against her throat, strokin' her fears. Invisible hands, covering her mouth, A deep voice commands, seeking the truth down south.

"Tell me everything, here and now, don't take the piss, Or I'll open you up like a Christmas gift." Nervous, she stammers, "Anything you need," Fingers loosen up, a deep mystery freed.

Late that night, Eliza Cox gets left in the rain, near her hometown's alleyway. Ducktaped, slapped, with cigar burns to display, she runs barefoot through the puddle-filled way. Reaching the main street, she bangs on sister's door, no delay.

Her sis Rakell gasps, "What happened, sis, spill the tea!" Letting Eliza barge in, safe and free. They talk for an hour, decide to keep it hush, not harmed too bad, she made no fuss. Eliza spilled classified info to the man in the backseat, but no harm done, they decide to retreat.

Deep in the valleys of Wales, little Izzy plays, with her golliwog doll, in her own sweet ways. Now named Isabella Palmer, adoption's embrace, no longer carries her birth name's trace. Moko, her doll, talks and walks just for her, a secret bond that frequently occurs.

"Hey princess, I have a gift for you," says Moko with glee, clipping a pearl necklace, so lovely to see. Izzy replies, "Oh Moko, I love it!" Moko replies "I knew you would, sweetie, there's nothing above it."

But Izzy wonders, "Why only us, Moko, my friend? Why won't you show others you can move, and make a trend?" Moko hushes, "They're not your kin, my dear, I'm tired, go to sleep, let it disappear." Confused, Izzy ponders what Moko meant, a mystery in her room, silent and bent.

In the heart of the hambone hood, where the streets be dull and grey, Jain Jones, Izzy's birth mom, stuck in her narcissistic way. Her son younger than her daughter, got Frankie Rocco vexed, can't let this crime slide, he's totally perplexed.

Plotting revenge, Frankie's mind is in a twist, his light-bending suit on, now he's ready to enlist. Invisible moves, the time is near, gonna settle the score, no room for fear.

Eliza Cox, the social worker on the beat, got a call to make, can't face defeat. Rambo knife flashin' in her car, invisible stranger, how bizarre. Adoption agency, on the line, warning 'bout danger, it's a sign.

Frankie's sittin' in his seaside annex, music blaring loud, memories swirlin' of his daughter, oh he's feeling proud. Rum in hand, suit on tight, invisible moves, gonna make things right.

Burglin' neighbors, jewelry in hand, sneakin' gifts to his daughter, ain't that grand? Now the invisibility suit's for revenge, against Jain's name, golf course shift done, it's all in the game.

Jain Jones at her mother's crib, Where her mum Pat, the benefit fraud, just lounged and dib. Stepdad Mick, short and chubby with a huge snout, Chillin' with her brother Kevin, cross-dressing, no doubt. Peg, the eldest daughter, a poison dwarf in the mix, They all gathered 'round, stuffing their faces, watching the flicks.

Jain starts choking, like an unseen grip, her family slaps her back, thinking it's just a food trip. Invisible force hits Kevin and drop kicks little Peg, TV drops, cracks on it's own, like some ghostly pledge. Pat takes an invisible punch, feeling the strife, Poltergeist vibes messing up their valleys life.

Mick shouts, "What's happening, can't believe this mess!" Frankie reveals himself, invisible mask off and causes distress. He smiles while still strangling Jain with no remorse, Then disappears, leaving chaos as he sets off on his course. Footsteps echo as Frankie flees the scene, Out the front door, up the stairs, where his car's parked, mean.

Frankie Rocco, pumpin' gas, time to dash, through the valley roads, speedin' in a flash. Eager to see Izzy, his sweet little girl, he slips through her window, in this crazy swirl.

He kisses her cheek, with her doll Moko in hand, Impersonatin' with a wicked plan. "Wakey, wakey, princess, it's time to roll, old friends that betrayed us, will pay the toll.

Could've been different, you and me, but these traitors messed with destiny." Izzy's puzzled, Moko in her grip, "Who's givin' up, spill it, let it rip?!"

"Come with me, darling, let's hit the road, to deal with somethin', a heavy load." Izzy leaves, thinkin' Moko's just her toy, Into the car, they set off, oh boy!

Parked outside her birth mother's place, with a molotov cocktail, fiery embrace. Throws it in, flames on the rise, escape the scene, under disguise.

Back to the annex, by the seaside, Izzy's shrines on the wall, where love can't hide. "We gotta go, there's people on the prowl, I'm your real dad, please drop the scowl."

Invisibility gone, truth revealed, dialin' up a friend, their fate's sealed. A ship to Ireland, a getaway plan, Happily ever after, just a dad and his daughter in hand!