“I have seen the paintings from the air brushed by the hand of God.”

“He called her on the roadFrom a lonely cold hotel roomJust to hear her say I love you one more timeBut when he heard the sound Of the kids laughing in the backgroundHe had to wipe away a tear from his eyeA little voice came on the phoneSaid "Daddy when you coming home"He said the first thing that came to his mindI'm already thereTake a look aroundI'm the sunshine in your hairI'm the shadow on the groundI'm the whisper in the windI'm your imaginary friendAnd I know I'm in your prayersOh I'm already thereShe got back on the phoneSaid I really miss you darlingDon't worry about the kids they'll be alrightWish I was in your armsLying right there beside youBut I know that I'll be in your dreams tonightAnd I'll gently kiss your lipsTouch you with my fingertipsSo turn out the light and close your eyesI'm already thereDon't make a soundI'm the beat in your heartI'm the moonlight shining downI'm the whisper in the windAnd I'll be there until the endCan you feel the love that we shareOh I'm already thereWe may be a thousand miles apartBut I'll be with you wherever you areI'm already thereTake a look aroundI'm the sunshine in your hairI'm the shadow on the groundI'm the whisper in the windAnd I'll be there until the endCan you feel the love that we shareOh I'm already thereOh I'm alreadyThere”

“Brother I've been right where you are now And my heart was broke Cause I never spoke Those healing words out loudBut I've learned my lesson well And now every night Before I close my eyes I look at my woman and I ask myself did you Tell her that you love her Tell her that you need her Tell her that you want her to stay Reassure her with a kiss She may never know unless you Show her what your feeling Tell her you're believing Even though it's hard to say 'Cause she needs to know you're thinking of her So open up and tell her that you love her”

“I have stopped painting. I stand in front of the easel, brush in hand, but my mind is blank. It is as if I have been struck by a strange kind of blindness.”

“Time is the brush of God, as he paints his masterpiece on the heart of humanity.”

“—except for the fact that your scars mean you’ve been hurting, I am one-hundred-percent cool with having them in the painting. Some models, especially the professional ones, it’s like painting air-brushed people. Give me something raw any day.”

“This is the way I think I should always paint you- with a size twenty-four round brush in my hand as you coat the bristles”