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
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