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