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