Weight Off My Heart

For tomorrow I must lose this weight off my heart
Pry it out of your vise grip of silence
Somebody holds the key to this living, and its not me

When nanna died, I cried at the mere sight of the birds
When amma died, I cried at the very sight of myself
Now I’ve run out of my forgiveness tokens

But for tomorrow I must lose this weight off my heart
And keep looking for the “Away” light to turn green
For that somebody who holds the key to this living

Raj Karamchedu