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