Born from Latin ligare.
I am not blind.
I want to find.
Freedom that has been lurking
In the deeps within since the beginning
When I the man first heard the cuckoo singing
Felt the baby rays of the golden sun stinging
The fresh rain droplets on green leaves dripping
Lotus eyes of the woman pregnant and laughing
The blue skies above cloudless yet fulfilling
The vast cosmos above with the stars twinkling
And my little heart in my chest beating.