The man, myth, or a legend? With his soul canvassed across the world thru art, engraves strangers' skin. His spirit swims thru all, and can never end. With each drop of ink spread across the land, he melted drops of soul into you all by hand.
The man, myth, legend? A heart shared by infinite drops of blood, changed by a single pen. Needles dug deep from depths of a soul so the sting from his absence will never end. “You gave the people what they wanted friend, but some never knew they would be taking pieces of you!”
The man, myth or legend? That's for the world to decide. But one thing is certain; an inspiration of a generation needs no introduction. The art of his soul is life itself! This speaks to us all so loud and so free! That is why his world spoke… “You will be missed Frank Lee!”