In the heart of the night, freedom takes flight,
A whisper in the wind, a star’s gentle light.
Unbound by chains, unbroken by fears,
It sings through the ages, across the years.

It is the dreamer’s dream, the poet’s word,
The song of the sparrow, the flight of the bird.
It flows like a river, wide and free,
Embracing the mountains, kissing the sea.

In the quiet of dawn, in the blaze of noon,
Freedom dances to its own sweet tune.
It whispers in the silence, shouts in the storm,
A promise of peace, a call to transform.

In the heart of all, it quietly resides,
A beacon of hope, a guide that abides.
For freedom is a gift, precious and rare,
A treasure to cherish, a joy to share.