A hundred days have passed since I had a contended heart,
With you I lived my sweetest part.
Today, dreams are my favorite place,
where I see myself closer to your face.
The pain does not die and I motionlessly cry,
for being away from thy.
Often I desire to mend my past,
and pray to set things right.
But nothing seems to change
And I realize – this part is the heaviest baggage.
With you I lived my sweetest part….
