In the cradle of the land, where rivers run,
The spirit of our fathers, never undone.
Through valleys and peaks, our voices soar,
A symphony of dreams, forevermore.

With hands entwined, we build our fate,
Each brick a testament, against the hate.
The colors of our flag, bold and bright,
Guiding us through every day and night.

As the sun rises over fields of gold,
Stories of courage, endlessly told.
Hearts bound by love, unyielding and true,
In unity, we find strength anew.

Let echoes of freedom ring loud and clear,
For the land we cherish, we hold dear.
In the tapestry of time, our legacy we weave,
A nation of hope, in which we believe.