In the quiet dawn, freedom sings,
A gentle breeze through open wings.
The sky above, vast and wide,
Embracing dreams that dare to glide.

Echoes of past, in shadows cast,
Yet hope remains, steadfast and vast.
Through the storm and darkest night,
Liberty shines, a guiding light.

In fields of gold, where dreams align,
Hearts beat strong, in rhythmic rhyme.
The chains of old lie broken and worn,
As new paths of freedom are reborn.

Whispers of liberty, soft and true,
In every heart, a seed anew.
Boundless skies and endless seas,
In liberty’s embrace, we find our peace.