Michael Jackson - To Make My Father Proud

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 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...