For who's sake, you come back? Why do you knock at my door? What love you crave for? For who's sake, you come back? Why do you knock at my door? What love you ...

Freedom is finding a baggage In the corner of my mind And knowing that it’s empty!!!! Freedom is finding a baggage In the corner of my mind And knowing that i...

Be proud of yourself, Don't feed the past baggage, Be proud of yourself, Don't feed the past baggage,

The poem speaks about the baggage of obsolete memories that we find hard to let go. The poem speaks about the baggage of obsolete memories that we find hard to l...

It is sad how much one has to pack when one leaves. We create our own baggage: It is sad how much one has to pack when one leaves. We create our own baggage...