Playwright - Peter Wolf Crier

I got your voice but I never heard your call

When I right, when I wrong

When I took to fratricide

A good playwright could not unmake you all the words you dealt

As it’s you

As it’s who wants to love again

Till the throws all mend

I got your name but I never took your form

When my lines they run wild with a hand too numb to grip

A good playwright could not unmake you all the words you dealt

As it’s you

As it’s who wants to love again

Till the throws all mend