The river runs yet makes no cry
Its strength is shown in silence by
So too the flow when hearts immerse
Needs not acclaim nor gilded verse
For some the noise of crowds resounds
For some the quiet joy abounds
And in that still unbroken stream
Success is more than worldly dream
The runner knows the painter feels
The moment when the silence heals
It is the depth not loud acclaim
That carves the soul and shapes the flame
So measure not by shouts or cheer
But by the flows that drew you near
For silent rivers deep and wide
Hold truest triumphs yet inside