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They say that heroes are formed in urgency,
and that legends are written with blood and determination.
And then, there was a man who turned to ashes.
And yet, an entire universe perished.
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I remember when the world seemed like a closed book,
and you arrived with pages that I had not yet lived.
I was just a boy with broken dreams and haste,
your voice made me understand where to find them.
You taught me to fall and get up with the wounds in the air,
to face everyone who wanted me to be less.
Fear became a strange acquaintance,
but I followed because there was a light in your steps.
I never thought that your end would be a silent thunder,
I never thought I would lose those who seemed indestructible.
The heroes you said cannot fall,
but you broke that rule with courage.
And although time swallows the days,
and the city breathes another story,
there is a corner in me where your words remain,
waiting for you to be here again.
And although time swallows the days,
and the city breathes another story,
there is a corner in me where your words remain,
waiting for you to be here again.
Stop!
Call for the man to not turn off,
who challenged his own shadow.
When the cosmos demanded its end,
it was you who raised the signal.
Fade!
Although I sewed your voice,
your spark burns inside me.
Because a true hero never dies,
when he lives beyond the end.
I saw the sky shatter,
and with you on the edge.
I saw hope disappear after your steps of fire.
And yet, without pause or fear,
your destiny was the weight that no one had the strength to carry.
You had family, a shelter of light,
but you chose to take the last fight.
When everything seemed to give up,
your hand held the invincible destiny.
Some are born with powers,
others with unbridled strength.
But few have the courage
to give everything without hesitation.
I am not God,
just a young man trying to continue
fighting battles that no one saw coming,
carrying guilt that I shouldn't feel.
But I learned that being a hero is resisting.
The world continues its cycle,
but I listen in every wind
your advice that lifts me up when I have no breath.
Because being a hero is not just winning moments,
it is finding light in the last attempt.
When the stars lose their shine
and the last sun falls in shadow,
when the night claims the universe,
your name will remain firm and eternal.
Why don't the legends die?
Why don't the brave disappear?
And why is the sacrifice you made
never forgotten?
DITCHSTONE IS BACK!
Immortal fire,
beyond time and metal.
If the universe trembles again,
your story will light up.
You were not the armor or the power,
it was your decision to protect.
And in an instant that broke the sky,
you became eternal.
Mr. Stark,
we did it.
And I promise
that I will not fail you.
And the wind responds,
I am Iron Man
and the stars
shine again.
