In the gentle hum of morning light,
We find the echoes of our land,
Where rivers flow and mountains stand,
A tapestry woven in colors bright.
The echoes of voices, ancient and new,
Tell tales of courage, strength, and grace,
Of those who stood to hold their place,
In fields of gold and skies of blue.
Bound by the dreams of liberty,
We march in step, hand in hand,
For every soul and every strand,
We forge a bond, strong and free.
O nation of hearts, bold and true,
In unity we find our song,
Together we rise, where we belong,
In love and pride, we renew.