A Grain of Sand

From the first time that I saw you When few were in your corner I watched you from a distance And I saw you, play a stormer There was thunder in the air And you made my young heart sing For I knew, I’d seen the makings Of the new M.M.A. King I seen you dance, a lethal dance With the look of the insane A kick, a punch, like rifle shots White lightning in your veins To those that said, “you couldn’t” The ‘Belt’s’ above your station Your confidence and brilliance Helped lift, a flagging nation My name, my friend, is Steven Walsh And I danced a ‘different tune’ A grain of sand, in a desert storm A hope among the ruin Obscurity, was not my way My thoughts they couldn’t gag The proudest moment, in my life To hold our Irish Flag Five thousand years, before today Then you’d have been a Pharaoh A life cut short at twenty four I got to meet my Hero No equal on this planet A body, lean and mean Each time you fight, I’m at your side That’s me, upon the screen So, Conor, if you’re listening I’m always in your corner I’ll watch you here, from Heavens Gate And know, you’ll play a stormer There is thunder in the air And you make my young heart sing For I knew you'd be the makings Of the new M.M.A. King