In the quiet of the morning breeze,
Whispered dreams of liberty arise,
A nation wakes with hopeful eyes,
To greet the dawn with hearts at ease.
The chains of yore now broken lie,
Beneath the sky so wide and clear,
Voices ring, no longer in fear,
Embracing freedom, reaching high.
From every hill and valley deep,
The anthem of the free is sung,
By every soul, both old and young,
In unity, their spirits leap.
The road ahead, though rough and steep,
Is paved with hopes and dreams anew,
Together, there’s nothing we can’t do,
In freedom’s light, our hearts shall keep.