Luyện nghe bài hát On Artistic Integrity

I toe the line of
Every time I my pen
Upon the and form the words
I but couldn't show 'til then
And to myself I beg the
Why do I thus
As one to one and to
Someone If I, afraid
Of the consequence of stating
Openly my cause be,
When I rant and and reason
Do I for them or me?
I believe is some merit
In for one's self
But why place before the
is best 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 known
Who swore, poor souls, they possessed
The key to mysterious fate,
Succeeded in some,
But most tell they did but prate
On subjects something vague
cannot be unproven, or,
In of content, speak in tongues
Yet know not whom they're for.
No, I am not so;
I do not I represent
Some divine, but still I know
That I shall be content
To hold my tongue when I speak
Or change my words to the hour
Or pinch a blush upon my
To feign my joy at love sour.
I do not to disappoint
The faith others place in me
To lead the way to days,
But dark is all I see.
I for good, I toil for hope,
No one can question my
But even who listen close
Can mistake what I meant.
My fear, come to realize,
Is mainly that I am wrong,
my perception is askew,
That I shyte and call it song.
Perhaps I'll always thus,
my merits, thoughts, and deeds
'Tis well, long as I go forth
And see this, my vision, leads.
Strong is she who knows her
And it though she may not please.
Fortunate the
That hears honest thoughts as these.