Painted skies and shining stars reminds us of the hours That we spent at the dining room table drawing pictures of Nothing important 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
