Luyện nghe bài hát On Artistic Integrity

I toe the line of
Every time I my pen
Upon the page and the words
I felt but couldn't show then
And to I beg the question
Why do I thus
As one to one and to
Someone else? If I,
Of what the 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 one's
But why place the public
What is best on the shelf?
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, that possessed
The key to man's fate,
Succeeded in some,
But could tell they did but prate
On touching something vague
Which be unproven, or,
In place of content, in tongues
Yet know not whom they're for.
No, I am not so;
I do not feel I
force divine, but still I know
That I shall never be
To hold my tongue I would speak
Or change my words to suit the
Or pinch a upon my cheek
To feign my joy at love sour.
I do not wish to
The faith that place in me
To the way to brighter days,
But sometimes is all I see.
I for good, I toil for hope,
No one can question my
But even those who close
Can often mistake I meant.
My fear, I've to realize,
Is mainly this: I am wrong,
That my is askew,
That I shyte and call it song.
I'll always 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.
the audience
That hears such thoughts as these.