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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 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 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 woman's youngest son While growing, still a child And that will make my father proud And make my mother smile Proud