To Make My Father Proud (Farewell My Summer Love) - Michael Jackson

Michael Jackson

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To Make My Father Proud

To make my father proud

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...

(Proud)