Luyện nghe bài hát On Artistic Integrity

I toe the line of
time I place my pen
Upon the page and the words
I felt but couldn't show then
And to myself I beg the
Why do I thus
As one to one and to
Someone else? If I,
Of what the consequence of
my cause might be,
When I rant and and reason
Do I for them or me?
I believe is some merit
In creating for one's
But why place the public
is best left on the shelf?
Though while I write I do not that
I pen is mine alone,
Even this could be
As are I have known
Who swore, souls, that they possessed
The key to man's fate,
Succeeded in some,
But most tell they did but prate
On subjects touching vague
Which be unproven, or,
In place of content, in tongues
Yet not whom they're speaking for.
No, I am not so;
I do not I represent
Some divine, but still I know
That I never be content
To hold my when I would speak
Or change my to suit the hour
Or pinch a upon my cheek
To feign my joy at love sour.
I do not wish to
The faith others 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, I've to realize,
Is mainly that I am wrong,
my perception is askew,
That I write shyte and it song.
I'll always question thus,
Discount my merits, thoughts, and
'Tis well, long as I still go
And see this, my vision, leads.
Strong is she who her mind
And it though she may not please.
Fortunate the
That such honest thoughts as these.