It all went by so fast, didn't it? I wish I could do it all over again, I really do.

Beat me, hate me, you can never break me.

How many victims must that be? Slaughtered in vain across the land, And how many strugles must that be? Before we choose to live the profits plan Everybody sing- Every day create your History, Every path you take you're leaving your legacy Every soldier dies in his glory Every legend tells of conquest and liberty.

I have a loving family, a strong faith and wonderful friends and fans who have, and continue, to support me.

My mother is fine. For me it perfection.

I wake up from dreams and go, 'Wow, put this down on paper.' The whole thing is strange. You hear the words, everything is right there in front of your face. ... I am always writing a potpourri of music. I want to give the world escapism through the wonder of great music and to reach the masses. ... And I remember going to the record studio and there was a park across the street and I'd see all the children playing and I would cry because it would make me sad that I would have to work instead.

Music is the soundtrack to life. It plays the melody of our being.