Hope Against Hope

I live at the bottom of the wishing well; my name is hope,
I’m the reason why some people die; I’m the reason why some people cope,
I’m your secret wish; I am your best friend,
Where your reason begins that is where I end, Can’t you see the world is black;
I am the only light,
I helped you thru your day; I hope I can help you thru this night,
Sometimes I get lonely because no one calls me by my name,
They cross their fingers for luck and say a prayer for fame,
I have more work than I can handle; I can’t do it all,
When I don’t come running right away that doesn’t mean I didn’t hear you call,
I guess things could always be better than again they could always get worse,
For some I am a charm; for others I am a curse,
I seldom listen to desperation although sometimes I might,
If it’s not the pitiful whine of someone who has already given up the fight,
What can you do to convince a loser that he could be a winner,
When they draw their hand back from their wooden heart they’re bound to find a
splinter, Some people need the sun and some people need the rain,
Some people wait for glory and some people wait in vain,
I’ve had to much to drink now I think I’ll hit the hay,
And all I can do is listen to what you expect me to say.