In the quiet hour before the morn,When shadows dance with the fading night,A whisper of strength is softly born,In hearts that seek the morning light.The chains that bound in silent woe,Now shatter with a mighty roar,A river of courage begins to flow,As dreams take flight forevermore.The sky unfolds with hues of grace,An emblem of the newfound way,Where every soul can find its place,In the bright embrace of freedom’s day.So let the winds of change be bold,And carry forth the songs of peace,For in each heart a story told,Of independence and release.