As the sun begins to rise, casting shadows long and free,
I wander through the gentle lands where the river sings to me.
The whispers of the trees remind me of the dreams I chase,
In the valley of my heart, I find my own peaceful space.
With a breeze that carries laughter, through the fields of gold and green,
I feel the weight of worries lift, like feathers in a dream.
The mountains stand in quiet strength, embracing the morning light,
In the valley of freedom, everything feels just right.
Chasing echoes of a promise written in the stars above,
I dance upon the softer ground, wrapped in warmth and love.
Each step I take, the world awakes, a canvas wide and bright,
In the valley of freedom, there's beauty in the plight.
The gentle hum of nature's song, a lullaby so sweet,
Invites me to surrender and find solace at my feet.
Through the shadows, through the pain, like petals in the breeze,
I gather strength from every storm, and cherish moments seized.
So let the valley cradle me in arms of earth and sky,
With hope that fills the vast expanse, like birds that learn to fly.
For in this land of freedom, where every soul can roam,
I find the peace I'm searching for, and know that I am home.
In the valley of freedom, where my spirit finds its call,
I’ll carry forth the gentle peace, and share it one and all.
For every heart deserves a place where dreams and kindness weave,
And in this sacred freedom, together we’ll believe.
Folk
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