In the heart of night, a whisper grows,
The promise of freedom, in twilight glows.
Silent struggles beneath the moon,
Dreaming of a new dawn, coming soon.

Chains of the past, broken with might,
Shadows dispelled by the morning light.
Voices rise in a harmonious plea,
Echoing the song of the free.

Fields of hope, where courage flowers,
Strengthened by countless unseen powers.
Unity in diversity, a tapestry spun,
The journey of independence has begun.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
The spirit of freedom will never die.
A beacon of light for all to see,
Celebrating the essence of being free.