To Make My Father Proud

To make my father proud

To make my mother smile

I need not conquere worlds, or fame,

Not set, the pace for style



If I can follow through

on, what they gave me as my tools,

I'll find a way to sail my course

Avoiding ships of fools



If I don't come up, number one

I'll stand not well apart

As one for numbered numbers

When knowing in my heart



Ive done all to be done

To always do my best

By listening to me, myself

So he can do or else

(Of without compromise,

Shall follow the feel of constant care)



In my eleven hour

I'll be a man the way

To face whatever falls my way

Prepared that are a shame

To just be called a part of God



For which I have been named

A man and a woman's youngest son

while growing, still a child

And that will make my father proud

And make my mother smile...

(Proud)