Iron Man
His heart was turned as hard as steel
He grew up steering his own wheel
Child left alone amidst the heat
His compass was the sound of his heartbeat
He walked on plains against the storm
Hardship disfigured his own form
He climbed the high peeks of mount doom
Comfort for him had no room
He swam the oceans of impossible dreams
Against the tides and course screams
Foul winds coming from every direction
Tried to stop him to his destination
Will he succeed or will he not
Though he needs to give his best shot
He needs to cross the bridge of fire
So on his dream, he will retire
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