There’s a hole in my sunshine
For whatever reason,
And I’ve darkened.
It’s as if someone removed my sunshine
With a really big hole puncher
Maybe because my sunshine is like a piece of paper.
Flimsy and easy to fold, tear, or burn.
You could even make a paper plane with it,
Then my sunshine could fly.
But, not for very long
it would eventually crash,
Because it’s made out of paper.
And there’s that hole I mentioned earlier
From the really big hole puncher.
Saying that my sunshine will eventually crash,
Because it’s made out of paper and has a hole in it
Is a little morbid, I admit.
But, isn’t it kind of like saying it pours before it shines?
It has to get dark before it becomes light again.
The sun will come out tomorrow, and all that.
My sunshine will rise again!
Regardless of the fact that it’s made out of paper and has a hole in it,
From the really big hole puncher.