text: 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
  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 or else
  (Of without compromise
  Shall follow the feel of constant care)
  In my eleven hour
  Ill 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 womans youngest son
  While growing, still a child
  And that will make my father proud
  And make my mother smile...