In the quiet dawn, where shadows fade,Freedom whispers in the gentle breeze,A song of hope, unbridled, unmade,Carrying dreams across the endless seas.Through the rustling leaves of ancient trees,It dances lightly on the morning air,A promise of journeys yet to seize,And burdens lifted, light as prayer.Under the vast expanse of the azure sky,Freedom calls to hearts both young and old,A beacon for those who dare to fly,Seeking stories waiting to be told.So let us chase the horizon’s distant gleam,Where freedom waits with open arms,In every breath, in every dream,We find our strength, our endless charms.