If I look tired off the path, and almost powerless to make way .
If you see me feeling that life is hard, because I can not, because I do not follow.
Come to remember how at first, come to challenge me with your challenge.
Muéveme in the soul, to drive me again, take me to myself.
I know then turn on my lamp in the dark time between the wind chill.
return to be fire from embers still, to enlighten and revive my pilgrim walk.
Back to whisper that slogan of the first step for a start.
Show me the claw that is needed to rise from the fallen.
If I look tired off the path, no more space than the abyss.
brings to mind that there are bridges, there are wings that have not seen.
we going armed with faith and courage, that we will always do what we believe.
That we are warriors of a full life, and everything leads us to our site.
And the first step, and a new commitment, leads the way not to be overcome.
the tree bends, shakes, shivers, loses its leaves and sprouts, but it remains upright.
That the only stretch that gives the forward is one that covers our extended foot.
If I look tired off the path, lonely and sad, broken, wounded,
sit beside me, hold my hand, come from my eyes to my cache.
And tell me you can insisting, you can, until I understand that I can do the same.
Let your voice awaken from your certainty, that he fell asleep from exhaustion.
And maybe, if you want, lend me your arms to sit up, again and decided.
That the union is hit when going shoulder to shoulder, yes you can!, With the same verve.
If I look tired off the path, take my gaze your way.
Make me see the tracks, that there are marked, one step after another the way you came.
And one morning you come, the insistent voice for a new beginning.
to open another course just because I thought, you can always ... can, my friend.
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