Luyện nghe bài hát On Artistic Integrity

I toe the line of
Every time I my pen
Upon the page and form the
I felt but couldn't show then
And to myself I beg the
Why do I thus
As one to one and to
Someone If I, afraid
Of what the of stating
Openly my cause be,
When I and rhyme and reason
Do I write for or me?
I believe is some merit
In for one's self
But why before the public
What is best left on the
Though while I write I do not that
What I pen is alone,
Even this could be
As are many I known
Who swore, poor souls, they possessed
The key to mysterious fate,
in convincing some,
But most could they did but prate
On touching something vague
Which be unproven, or,
In place of content, speak in
Yet know not they're speaking for.
No, I am not so;
I do not I represent
force divine, but still I know
That I shall be content
To hold my tongue I would speak
Or my words to suit the hour
Or a blush upon my cheek
To feign my joy at love sour.
I do not wish to
The faith that others in me
To lead the way to days,
But dark is all I see.
I work for good, I for hope,
No one can question my
But even those who listen
Can often mistake I meant.
My fear, I've to realize,
Is mainly that I am wrong,
my perception is askew,
That I shyte and call it song.
Perhaps always question thus,
my merits, thoughts, and deeds
'Tis well, as I still go forth
And see this, my vision, leads.
Strong is she who her mind
And it though she may not please.
the audience
That hears such thoughts as these.