<b>Playwright</b> by <i>Peter Wolf Crier</i><br />
I got your voice but I never heard you call

When I'm right, when I'm wrong

When I took to fratricide



A good playwright could not make you and all the words you dealt

As it's you, as it's me who wants to love again

Till the throws all bend



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 make you and all the words you dealt

As it's you, as it's me who wants to love again

Till the throws all bend