The Vague Hope is the substance that gets me through the day
That unassured thing that tells me, "Don't worry; it's okay"
It never tells me how the things that seem bad will be alright
So I cannot quite refute it, and with me it spends the night
It nestles in my heart and head, and I like child, hold it close
It's always perfectly designed to be a saving dose
It fills my heart, much like the feel of Love, both pure and true
But Vague Hope's non-transferable, so I can't give mine to you
All I can say is that you must request it from the world
And from the blackened heavens an answer might be hurled
Like a spear thrown from the hands of Romans into boars
Vague Hope may be presented to be kept; forever yours