Letra de To make my father proud

To make my father proud
To make my mother smile
I need not conquer worlds aflame
Nor set the pace fot 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 tools

To face whatever falls my way
Prepared then unashamed
To just be called a part of God
For wich I have been named

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 heart
By listening to me myself
So he can...

For without compromise
Shall follow the food of constant care
In my eleventh hour
I´ll be a man aware

A man and woman´s youngest son
While growing still a child
And that will make my father proud
And make my mother smile