In the cradle of the morning light,
Where dreams awaken from the night,
Voices rise with a gentle plea,
For hearts to soar and souls to be free.

Beneath the sky’s vast, endless dome,
Wanderers find their sacred home,
Boundless paths where spirits fly,
In the realm where eagles cry.

The rivers sing of journeys far,
Guided by the northern star,
In their flow, a tale of grace,
Of liberty’s eternal embrace.

From mountain peaks to ocean’s shore,
Echoes of freedom forevermore,
In every breath and every stride,
Lives the essence of freedom’s pride.