Luyện nghe bài hát On Artistic Integrity

I toe the line of
time I place my pen
Upon the page and the words
I felt but couldn't 'til then
And to myself I beg the
Why do I masquerade
As one to one and to
Someone If I, afraid
Of the consequence of stating
Openly my might be,
When I rant and and reason
Do I for them or me?
I believe there is some
In for one's self
But why before the public
What is left on the shelf?
Though I write I do not feel that
I pen is mine alone,
Even this could be
As are many I have
Who swore, poor souls, that possessed
The key to man's fate,
Succeeded in some,
But most could they did but prate
On touching something vague
cannot be unproven, or,
In place of content, in tongues
Yet know not they're speaking for.
No, I am not so;
I do not feel I
force divine, but still I know
That I shall never be
To hold my when I would speak
Or change my words to the hour
Or pinch a upon my cheek
To feign my joy at love sour.
I do not to disappoint
The faith that place in me
To lead the way to days,
But sometimes is all I see.
I for good, I toil for hope,
No one can question my
But even those who close
Can often what I meant.
My fear, come to realize,
Is mainly that I am wrong,
my perception is askew,
That I write and call it song.
Perhaps always question thus,
Discount my merits, thoughts, and
'Tis well, long as I go forth
And see this, my vision, leads.
Strong is she who knows her
And it though she may not please.
the audience
That hears honest thoughts as these.