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...