Hope is a dangerous little idea,
One of the most powerful we have.
It can warm the heart,
Or scorch the soul.
Out of the life of a hero,
It flows like a river.
In the dreams of the scarred,
It lies hidden, protected.
In the mind of a child,
It is all they know.
In the sigh of an elder,
It is a foolish, gentle wish.
Hope brings great change,
To all it touches.
It is a double-edged sword,
To those it disappoints.
I have found it is best,
To keep it at arms\' length
It\'s a lovely little rush,
That puts color back into life,
But it\'s prone to bite the hand,
That feeds it.