I dont even have a picture with him and me together.....
the last night of his life had laughter and fun
things were all going so right til the friends had to run...
but lets go back...try and stay on track
a man of ambition, he had no mission
one with a smile and never minded his company for a while
strength of an ox
mad man when it came to fist box
i met him through Nikki, also gone but not dead
i wish i coulda done something, even had a word said
missed him for weeks hanging with a girl
man...this shits so sick makes men want to hurl...
told to mike "clear your schedule this weekend...i want to see you..."
i wish theres something i could do...
minds gone numb, this is a dream
looking at this man he isnt what he would seem
tough at nails outside
warm, sensitive heart of gold inside
man was a god could grow to be something awesome
having not one enemy he now sits on gods left building his won kingdom
watching over us, ill always look up to him and who he IS
he may be dead physically, but in my mind he still lives...
Mike Anthony Galvin
a great man to live an imphamy in my heart within....
that was my pitiful poem for mike....it hardly serves justice....i was jealous of many things he was, but it was a jealousy of respect, i looked up to him and like all heroes they just end up in memories in the end....
its a sad reality but it must be faced, his name will be burned in my mind forever....
things were all going so right til the friends had to run...
but lets go back...try and stay on track
a man of ambition, he had no mission
one with a smile and never minded his company for a while
strength of an ox
mad man when it came to fist box
i met him through Nikki, also gone but not dead
i wish i coulda done something, even had a word said
missed him for weeks hanging with a girl
man...this shits so sick makes men want to hurl...
told to mike "clear your schedule this weekend...i want to see you..."
i wish theres something i could do...
minds gone numb, this is a dream
looking at this man he isnt what he would seem
tough at nails outside
warm, sensitive heart of gold inside
man was a god could grow to be something awesome
having not one enemy he now sits on gods left building his won kingdom
watching over us, ill always look up to him and who he IS
he may be dead physically, but in my mind he still lives...
Mike Anthony Galvin
a great man to live an imphamy in my heart within....
that was my pitiful poem for mike....it hardly serves justice....i was jealous of many things he was, but it was a jealousy of respect, i looked up to him and like all heroes they just end up in memories in the end....
its a sad reality but it must be faced, his name will be burned in my mind forever....