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
Acted as the words we never said
But wish we had before you left
It's too late to tell you that I care
And I'm wishing you were here
And I think it would be better if you had never left at all
This place is not the same without the smile on your face
And if you were here, then I would take you everywhere
