To Make My Father Proud

To make my father proud

To make my mother smile

I need not conquer worlds or fame

Nor set the pace for styleIf I can follow through

On what they gave me as my tools

I'll find a way to sail my course

Avoiding ships of foolsIf I don't come up, number one

I'll stand not well apart

As one for numbered numbers

When knowing in my heartI've done all to be done

To always do my best

By listening to me, myself

So he can do or elseFor without compromise, shall flower the fruit of constant careIn my eleventh hour, I'll be a man when

To face whatever falls my way

Prepare that utter shame

To just be called a part of God

For which I have been namedA man and woman's youngest son

While growing, still a child

And that will make my father proud

And make my mother smileProud