In the gentle breath of morning’s light,
Whispers of freedom take their flight,
Dancing through the open skies,
Where dreams and hopes arise.

Amidst the fields of golden grace,
Freedom’s touch leaves its trace,
A song that echoes in the heart,
Promising never to depart.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
The call of freedom will never die,
It weaves a tale of courage bold,
A story of new worlds to unfold.

As stars embrace the velvet night,
Freedom’s spirit burns so bright,
Guiding souls to paths unknown,
Where love and peace are sown.