Willy Roy The Crippled Boy

His age was seven years today
He don't know what it is to play
Each night before he goes to bed
This little prayer he always says

Now I lay me down to rest
Dear god please give me happiness
I'm praying so my dreams come true
So I can walk and play with you

His name they call him willy roy
He's just a little crippled boy
But now the tears roll down his cheeks
I wipe them off so he can sleep

Someday I hope you can go out
And play with me and walk about
I won't scold if you should cry
So soon, be good, my son good night