Painted skies and shining stars
Remind us of the hours
We spent at the
Dining room table
Drawing pictures of nothing important
And everything we loved
And even though our fingers got sore
And our eyes began to ache
We would never stop
We would never stop
It's these things created
By tiny hands
That were hung on walls and wrapped as gifts
That acted as the words we
Never said
And wish we had before you left
And its too late to
Tell you that I care
And I wish that you were here
And I think it would be
Better if you had never left at all
This place is not the same
Without that smile on your face
And if you were here, then
I would take you everywhere