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
