cuz i see viola looking back to me as we run and there 's brightness on her face and she keeps urging me on with tilts of her head and smiles and i think how hope may be the thing that pulls you forward , may be the thing that keeps you going , but that it 's dangerous , too , that it 's painful and risky , that it 's making a dare to the world and when has the world ever let us win a dare ?