To make my father proud. To make my mother smile. I need no conquered 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 the 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 a woman's youngest son. While growing still a child. And that will make my father proud. And make my mother smile.... (Proud)