Luyện nghe bài hát On Artistic Integrity

I toe the line of
time I place my pen
Upon the and form the words
I felt but couldn't show then
And to myself I beg the
Why do I masquerade
As one to one and to
Someone else? If I,
Of what the of stating
Openly my might be,
When I rant and rhyme and
Do I write for or me?
I believe there is some
In creating for one's
But why place the public
What is best on the shelf?
Though while I write I do not that
I pen is mine alone,
Even could be misguided
As are many I have
Who swore, poor souls, that possessed
The key to mysterious fate,
in convincing some,
But could tell they did but prate
On subjects something vague
cannot be unproven, or,
In place of content, in tongues
Yet not whom they're speaking for.
No, I am not so;
I do not I represent
Some force divine, but I know
I shall never be content
To hold my when I would speak
Or change my words to suit the
Or a blush upon my cheek
To my joy at love gone sour.
I do not to disappoint
The faith others place in me
To the way to brighter days,
But sometimes is all I see.
I for good, I toil for hope,
No one can question my
But those who listen close
Can often mistake I meant.
My fear, I've to realize,
Is mainly that I am wrong,
my perception is askew,
That I write shyte and it song.
Perhaps I'll question thus,
Discount my merits, thoughts, and
'Tis well, long as I go forth
And see this, my vision, leads.
Strong is she who her mind
And it though she may not please.
the audience
That such honest thoughts as these.