In the vast embrace of endless skies,
Where the horizon kisses the earth,
Freedom dances on the wings of time,
A dream reborn with every dawn.
Amidst the rustling leaves of ancient trees,
Whispers of freedom softly call,
Carried by the gentle breeze,
A melody that echoes in the soul.
Through fields of gold and rivers wide,
Freedom walks with steady pace,
Unbound by chains of doubt or fear,
A journey towards the light of grace.
In every heart a fire burns bright,
A beacon in the darkest night,
With courage as the guiding star,
Freedom leads where dreams are born.