A Interpretation of "The Sunshine Kid" by Harry Baker
Old man sunshine was proud of his son, And it brightened his day to see the little boy run, Not because of what he'd done, nor the problems overcome, But that his disposition remained a sunny one.
It hadn't always been like this. There'd been times when he'd tried to hide his brightness, You see, every star hits periods of hardship, It takes a brighter light to inspire them through the darkness. If we go back to when he was born in a nebula, we would know that he never was thought of as a regular, Because he had a flair about him, To say the Midas touch is wrong But all he went near seemed to turn a little bronze, yes this sun was loved by some more than others, It was the case of Joseph and his dreamcoat and his brothers Because standing out from the crowd had its pros and its cons, And jealousy created enemies in those he outshone Such as the Shadow People.
Now the Shadow People didn't like the Sunshine Kid, Because he showed up the dark things the Shadow People did, And when he shone he showed the place where the Shadow People hid, So the Shadow People had an evil plan to get rid of him, First up-- they made fun of his sunspots, Shooting his dreams from the sky, their words were gunshots, Designed to remind him he wasn't very cool And he didn't fit in with any popular kids at school
Your sunspots are weird!
They said his head was up in space and they would bring him down to Earth, Essentially he came from nothing and that is what he was worth, He'd never get to go to university to learn, Only degrees he'd ever show would be the first degree burns From those that came too close, they told him he was too bright, That's why no one ever looked him in the eyes, His judgment became clouded So did the sky with evaporated tears as the sun started to cry
Because the sunshine kid was bright, with a warm personality, And inside he burned savagely Hurt by the words and curses of the shadowy folk who spoke holes in his soul and left cavities, And as his heart hardened, his spark darkened, Every time they called him names it cooled his flames, He thought they might like him if he kept his light dim But they were busy telling lightning she had terrible aim, He couldn't quite get to grips with what they said, So he let his light be eclipsed by what they said, He fell into a Lone Star State like Texas, And felt he'd been punched in his solar plexus.