In the quiet break of morning’s light,
Where dreams of old take their flight,
A nation stands with hearts anew,
Whispering tales of the brave and true.

The chains of time have fallen away,
A dance of hope begins its sway,
In fields where courage plants its seed,
The spirit rises, bold and freed.

Voices echo in the valley wide,
Songs of triumph by the riverside,
Each note a testament, strong and clear,
To the journeys faced without fear.

Beneath the stars of endless skies,
The flame of independence never dies,
It burns within each soul and heart,
A legacy that will never part.