In the cradle of dawn’s embrace,
Where shadows melt and dreams take flight,
Liberty whispers her ancient grace,
Through the silent echoes of the night.
Her voice weaves through the morning mist,
A song of hope, a call to rise,
In fields where chains no longer twist,
Beneath the vast and open skies.
She dances on the winds of change,
Unfurling banners of the free,
Her spirit wild, her reach unchained,
A beacon for eternity.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Her light guides those who dare to see,
A promise written in the sky,
The endless gift of liberty.