Into the Night:

Another fine mess I have myself in, No matter how I try I just can't win, In days gone by it never seemed so hard, Somewhere inside me, there lives a great bard. Until the day I come out of my shell, Deep down within me,he must always dwell, For it is up to me whom I shall be, And in the end, the whole world will then see. A simple man with morals and virtues, No fuss, no fighting, with little to choose, Whatever came my way I sang and played, And into the night my spirit will fade. But while I'm on earth I shall shine brightly, As bright as any star and just as free. /|\ (Ten syllables per line)