text: 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
  Ill find a way to sail my course
  Avoiding ships of fools
  If I dont come up, number one
  Ill 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 the rest
  (Law without compromise
  Shall follow the feel of constant care)
  In my eleventh hour
  Ill be a man aware
  To face whatever falls my way
  Prepared then unashamed
  To just be called a part of God
  For which I have been named
  A man and womans youngest son
  While growing still a child
  And that will make my father proud
  And make my mother smile