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