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 remember as a beginning, come to challenge me with your challenge.
Muéreme in the soul, to drive me again, take me to myself.
I know then turn on my lamp in the dark time between the cold wind again 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 get up from the fallen.
If I look tired off the path, no more space than the earth,
reminds me that there are bridges, there are also wings 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,
a 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 out 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, if 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 because if I believed that you can always ...
can!, My friend ...
Author: José Larralde
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