Tired
And lonely,
So tired
The heart aches.
Meltwater trickles
Down the rocks,
The fingers are numb,
The knees tremble.
It is now,
Now, that you must not give in.

On the path of the others
Are resting places,
Places in the sun
Where they can meet,
But this
Is your path.
And it is now,
Now, that you must not fail.

Weep
If you can,
Weep
But do not complain.
The way chose you.
And you must be thankful.

-Dag Hammarskjoldb