Lyrics Playwright - Peter Wolf Crier

Playwright

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