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 smile