In the heart of a land so free,
Voices rise in harmony,
Each vote, a whisper of destiny,
Carving paths for you and me.

Through struggles, wars, and silent nights,
We rally for our given rights,
Bound by dreams of brighter lights,
In democracy’s enduring fights.

Though shadows may at times appear,
And discord fills the hearts with fear,
The spirit of the people here,
Persists with hope, year after year.

So let us guard this precious gift,
Through every storm and every rift,
For democracy, we must uplift,
A beacon strong, we shall not shift.