To make my father proud To make my mother smile I need not conquer worlds aflame Not set the pace for style If I can follow through All 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 up well apart As one from numbered numbers For knowing in my heart I’ve done all to be done To always do my best By listening to me myself So he can know a rest For without compromise Shall follow the food of constant care In my eleventh hour I’ll 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 woman’s younger son While growing still a child And that will make my father proud And make my mother smileTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
