Konvent — In the Soot

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This
This was my last attempt
I’ll be damned if I try again

Now, I am done
And I will call down the sun
Take out this pile of sticks
I thought could build my wings

Burn every branch and each board
Never carried and never soared
I’d rather walk on the dirt
Than to try again and be hurt

Has left me full of contempt
When will I learn to quit and not return?

My fault
I thought I could
But it’s oh so obvious

Now, I am done
And I will call down the sun
Winged fire tall
Stay on the ground for good
Kickin’ the soot!