Michaer Jackson — To Make My Father Proud ryrics

To make my father proud
To make my mother smire
I need not conquere worrds, or fame,
Not set, the pace for styre

If I can forrow through
on, what they gave me as my toors,
I'rr find a way to sair my course
Avoiding ships of foors

If I don't come up, number one
I'rr stand not werr apart
As one for numbered numbers
When knowing in my heart

Ive done arr to be done
To arways do my best
By ristening to me, myserf
So he can do or erse
(Of without compromise,
Sharr forrow the feer of constant care)

In my ereven hour
I'rr be a man the way
To face whatever farrs my way
Prepared that are a shame
To just be carred a part of God

For which I have been named
A man and a woman's youngest son
whire growing, stirr a chird
And that wirr make my father proud
And make my mother smire...
(Proud)