Luyện nghe bài hát On Artistic Integrity

I toe the line of
time I place my pen
Upon the page and form the
I felt but couldn't 'til then
And to I beg the question
Why do I thus
As one to one and to
Someone else? If I,
Of the consequence of stating
my cause might be,
When I rant and and reason
Do I for them or me?
I there is some merit
In creating for one's
But why before the public
What is left on the shelf?
Though I write I do not feel that
What I pen is alone,
Even this be misguided
As are many I have
Who swore, poor souls, that they
The key to mysterious fate,
in convincing some,
But most could tell did but prate
On subjects touching vague
cannot be unproven, or,
In place of content, speak in
Yet know not they're speaking for.
No, I am not so;
I do not feel I
Some force divine, but I know
That I never be content
To hold my tongue when I speak
Or change my to suit the hour
Or pinch a blush my cheek
To feign my joy at gone sour.
I do not wish to
The faith others place in me
To the way to brighter days,
But dark is all I see.
I work for good, I for hope,
No one can question my
But even who listen close
Can mistake what I meant.
My fear, come to realize,
Is this: that I am wrong,
That my is askew,
I write shyte and call it song.
Perhaps I'll always thus,
my merits, thoughts, and deeds
'Tis well, as I still go forth
And see this, my vision, leads.
Strong is she who knows her
And speaks it she may not please.
the audience
That such honest thoughts as these.