In the heart of the bustling square,
Where voices rise like morning air,
A tapestry of dreams takes flight,
In democracy’s gentle, guiding light.

Each voice a thread, unique, profound,
Woven tightly, yet unbound,
In the chorus of the free,
Singing songs of you and me.

The dance of choice, a sacred rite,
Guided by truth, not by might,
As we gather, hand in hand,
To shape the future of our land.

Through trials faced and battles won,
The journey’s course is never done,
Yet in our unity, we find,
The strength to leave no soul behind.