In the hush of morning light, we bow our heads,
Whispers of prayer, where the heart gently treads.
A land stitched together by dreams yet untold,
We cradle our country, both tender and bold.
For the seekers of power, in the race they embark,
May wisdom guide choices that ignite a spark?
Let peace be the compass, love the steady flame,
As we reach for each other, through different the name.
Hands intertwined, we rise from the fray,
A tapestry woven, come what may.
With every act gentle, a chance to restore,
In the soil of compassion, let kindness outpour.
So let us awaken; let voices unite,
In a symphony of hope, in the silence of night.
For the world can know beauty, and hearts can transcend,
When we pray for our country and love without end.