Land on a fire

"Soil is inflammable"

I burnt my hand
On a hot soil
It was meant
No one would it coin;
But there is threat ;
To coming close
Asking a pray
And allowance to say
To stay;
I am a man
And I am a woman
Made one day
Of the same clay
Soil is hot
I can knot my hands;
On it
So spoiled my essay;
Crammed to the death
Left unarmed and grey,
Now It's my color
Ashes of soil ;
I urge you preveil
On the end of flame
Give it unveil
Give it ungain
To turn back again;
To my hands for reign
Its incentives decayed
Its desires not plaine;
I burnt my hands
On a hot soil
It is meant to be
Freed and regained.