Still Waters Run Deep: The Hidden Strength of Cowboy Resolve

Cowboys know that the hardest trails lead to the most beautiful views.

Beneath the wide and open plains,

Where silence reigns and wisdom reigns.

The cowboys grit, like buried gold,

In still waters, strong tales unfold.

With sun-drenched brow and weathered hand,

He rides through life, a steadfast man.

Through tempests fierce, hell brave the night,

For deep resolve is born from plight.

Each hoofbeat whispers of the past,

In quietude, his shadows cast.

For strength lies not in shouting loud,

But in the calm of a heart unbowed.

So when the dusk embraces day,

And twilight stars begin to play,

Hell find his peace beneath the sky,

For still waters run deep, and so will I.