Proud

As far back as my brain will let me travel I remember my grandma telling me "Todrick, there are three things in life you can't escape Death, taxes and Sunday school" Well, turns out she was right Come rain or shine, I was there every single Sunday mornin' service And since all my grandma's other eleven grandsons took to playin' sports and chasin' women They left all the singin' to me When I reach those gates When I see your face I hope you're proud of me I hope you're proud 'Cause I'm spendin' all my days Trying to find a way To make you proud of me To make you proud 'Cause I just wanna be a Soldier in your army I'm all yours if you want me Take my hand and just call me Call me yours Soldier in the army I'm all yours if you want me Take my hand and just call me Call me yours I probably sang those songs a million times growing up, but they always felt so good to me So much soul went into the lyrics and melody You couldn't help but stomp and clap when you heard 'em I didn't always know exactly what I was singing about All I know is I felt something in those songs I couldn't explain When I stand before your throne When you call me home I hope you're proud of me I hope you're proud 'Cause I know it won't be long I'm fightin' hard and strong To make you proud of me To make you proud 'Cause I just wanna be a Soldier in the army (yeah) I'm all yours if you want me (I'm all yours) Take my hand and just call me Call me yours Soldier in the army (soldier in your army) I'm all yours if you want me (I'm all yours) Take my hand and just call me Call me yours Now I was always different, and in the small town of [?], Texas where I'm from People like to let you know just how different they thought you were They called me 'weird', 'punk', 'faggot', 'sissy' But my mama just called me 'special' I don't remember much from my childhood But one moment I do remember vividly, partially because it changed my life But mostly because I don't have that many moments with my father to remember --- Proud - Todrick Hall