Victory empties its bright cup
Applause dissolves into air
After triumph fades to dust
Purpose waits still standing there
Winning closes borrowed doors
Silence opens truer ground
Purpose speaks without a crowd
Calling softly inward bound
Goals expire upon arrival
Meaning survives the finish line
Purpose grows from chosen service
Not the trophy not the sign
Those who ask what follows praise
Find a deeper reason born
Purpose lives beyond success
Awake each uncelebrated morn