Each time I ever succeed to inspire you,
I’ve done what most I like to do;
But still my arms won’t fold and sleep;
My work will only be half way through.
The reason the good Lord put me here,
Is to inspire and inspire and inspire you;
That your fondest dream you may achieve;
And be the one you’re meant to be.
And surely, I’ll keep on doing just that;
Till the good Lord calls me home some day;
The secret dream that’s so deep in my heart,
Is to see you shine and shine and shine;
To make you what you most desire to be;
That’s what I take to bed at night;
In the morn, with it, I rise from bed;
To make you what you most desire to be.