In the quiet hours of a breaking dawn,
When the sky whispers tales of old,
A nation stands with a heart reborn,
Embracing freedom, fierce and bold.

The chains of past, now shattered and gone,
Dreams awaken, no longer confined,
In the spirit of those who have longed,
For a future, free and unbind.

The winds carry the scent of hope,
Through fields where courage seeds are sown,
Each step forward, a resilient note,
In the song of independence, grown.

With hands unbound, we build anew,
A land of justice, peace, and pride,
United under skies so blue,
Our independence, our guiding light.