To Make My Father Proud

To make my father proud

 To make my mother smile

 I need no conquered worlds, a flame

 Not set, the paceful style

 

 If I can follow through

 Oh, love think wavely me as my tears

 I'll find the way to sell my clothes

 Avoiding ships a fuss

 

 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 dare not 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

 I'll be a man the way

 To face whatever force my way

 Prepared that are a shame

 To just recall the part of guide

 

 For which I have been named

 A man and a woman's youngest son

 Who are growing still a child

 And that will make my father proud

 And make my mother smile... 

 (Proud)