In the embrace of dawn’s gentle light,
Shadows of chains begin to fade,
Awakening dreams long kept in night,
Where the soul’s true colors are displayed.

The wind carries tales of distant lands,
Where the heart learns to fly unbound,
And the earth dances to the rhythm of hands,
That break free from the silence profound.

Mountains echo the call of the wild,
Rivers weave paths through uncharted time,
In the eyes of the free, forever a child,
Who sees the world as a canvas to climb.

Let the spirit soar on wings of desire,
Past the horizon where dreams reside,
For in the flames of freedom’s fire,
We find the strength to turn the tide.