To make my fatherproud
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 [bad word] 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 [bad word]  
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
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...