Luyện nghe bài hát On Artistic Integrity

I toe the line of
time I place my pen
Upon the page and the words
I but couldn't show 'til then
And to myself I beg the
Why do I masquerade
As one to one and to
Someone If I, afraid
Of what the consequence of
Openly my cause be,
When I and rhyme and reason
Do I write for or me?
I believe is some merit
In creating for one's
But why place the public
What is best left on the
Though while I write I do not that
What I pen is alone,
this could be misguided
As are many I known
Who swore, poor souls, that possessed
The key to man's fate,
in convincing some,
But most could tell did but prate
On subjects something vague
cannot be unproven, or,
In place of content, in tongues
Yet know not whom 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 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 place 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 those who listen close
Can often what I meant.
My fear, come to realize,
Is this: that I am wrong,
That my is askew,
That I write shyte and 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 honest as these.