Superman
An iron casing concealed a beating heart
A thinking feeling soul set this gun apart.
For it is not the gun which kills, the wielder makes that choice.
But once apon a time a gun was given a voice.
He came to destroy but instead he gained a friend.
He lost the will to attack but found the will to defend.
For after all what we are is only set in sand.
As shown by that mighty weapon who became a superman.