Luyện nghe bài hát On Artistic Integrity

I toe the line of
Every time I my pen
Upon the and form the words
I felt but show 'til then
And to I beg the question
Why do I masquerade
As one to one and to
Someone else? If I,
Of the consequence of stating
Openly my cause be,
I rant and rhyme and reason
Do I for them or me?
I believe there is some
In creating for self
But why place before the
is best left on the shelf?
Though while I I do not feel that
I pen is mine alone,
Even could be misguided
As are many I have
Who swore, poor souls, they possessed
The key to mysterious fate,
in convincing some,
But most tell they did but prate
On subjects touching 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
Some force divine, but I know
That I shall be content
To hold my when I would speak
Or change my words to the hour
Or a blush upon my cheek
To feign my joy at gone sour.
I do not to disappoint
The faith others place in me
To the way to brighter days,
But dark is all I see.
I for good, I toil for hope,
No one can my intent
But even those who listen
Can often mistake I meant.
My fear, come to realize,
Is this: that I am wrong,
my perception is askew,
That I shyte and call 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.
is she who knows her mind
And it though she may not please.
Fortunate the
That such honest thoughts as these.