In the quiet whisper of the morning breeze,
Liberty’s song begins to rise,
A melody of hopes and dreams,
That dances in the open skies.

Through the trials of the darkest night,
She stands resilient, bold, and bright,
A beacon for the weary heart,
Guiding all with her sacred light.

In fields where chains once held us bound,
Now flowers of freedom bloom around,
Each petal a testament to the fight,
Of souls who craved the endless light.

So let us cherish this precious gift,
The liberty to soar and lift,
Our spirits high, our voices free,
In the embrace of sweet liberty.