Unsung Hero

[Verse One - Spoken]
Willy
I wrote this poem for my uncle Willy
Who was physically a cripple
And, spiritually a giant
Willy was a man without fame
Hardly anybody knew his name
Crippled and limping
Always walking lame
He said, "I keep on moving, moving just the same"
Solitude was the climate in his head
Emptiness was the partner in his bed
Pain echoed in the steps of his tread, he said
"I keep on following, where the leaders led"

He said, "I keep on movin'"

[Verse Two - Spoken]
I may cry, and I will die
But my spirit is the soul of every spring
Watch for me
And you will see that I'm present
In the songs that children sing
Pеople called him uncle, boy, and hеy!
Said you can't live through this another day
Then they waited to hear what he would say
He said "I'm living, in the games that children play"

He said "I keep on movin'"