To make my father proud

To make my mother smile

I need not conquer worlds or fame

Nor 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 I've done all to be done

To always do my best

By listening to me, myself

So he can do or else For without compromise, shall flower the fruit of constant care In 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 named A man and woman's youngest son

While growing, still a child

And that will make my father proud

And make my mother smile Proud