Empty Frames

A fire broke out overnight
At the small town gallery I visit
It only affected one room
Tucked away in back so many missed it

I'm glad that you say you're okay
Even though I wish you'd stay
But I guess you never saw the value in the things you made

A fire broke out overnight
And destroyed the gallery I favored
It wasn't a crime out of hate
But the artist wanted out, so they heard

You never did want all the fame
As you drew, the people came
So I guess you never saw the value in the things you made

And I'm one of the lucky few
That I even got to ever view
What once hung in all those empty frames

Now I'm one of the lucky few
That I even got to ever view
What once hung in all those empty frames

I loved what was in those empty frames
I wish that I said it to your face