Seahorse (Panic)

Seahorse (Panic)
Loui Crow - Song Not Streaming Yet

If you can't find your way out,
let me be the way through.

I know the fear of being seen.
I know the weight of being perceived.
Little one, I see you spiraling.
I see the monsters you carry.
I see the ones you try to hide.
I am not afraid of them.

I am Seahorse.

[PARTIAL CHORUS]

The panic is a wave.
The wave is the way.

[VERSE 1]

Little one inside says:
"I change my color to blend in.
I curl up and hope they don't see me.
I am not here."

But it's still coming for me.
The heat pulls me under.
I split in two.
One of me is watching.
One of me is growling.
I am not myself.
I darken under the pressure.
I am no longer blending.

I am being perceived.

Then I go still.
I play dead.

The water is rising.
And I am left with the monster.

[PRE-CHORUS]

Little monster got swept away.
Floating. Sinking.
The water is swallowing me.
Floating. Sinking.
The little one inside is THRASHING!

[SEAHORSE REPLIES]

Seahorse says:
"You don't have to be okay.
You don't have to stop being afraid.
Panic makes a monster out of every reflex.
The voice tells you:
You are weak. You are cruel.
It calls you failure, and says being seen is danger.

The monster is the wave, not the ocean.
The shame is the undertow.
The ocean stays."

[CHORUS]

The panic is a wave.
The wave is the way.
This is just a feeling.
The feeling will pass.
Seahorse stay steady.
Seahorse stay steady.

[VERSE 2]

Little one says:
"That didn't feel good.
It was very scary.
Why do I act like that?"

Seahorse sways.
She says:
"Your body was afraid.
So it reached for everything that kept you alive.

I know you're terrified of being seen.
I know you think they'll see what you hate.

Little one, I see you flailing.
The driftwood is not the whole story.
The driftwood took on the water.
The driftwood is still floating.

You will be swept away again.
If you can't find your way out,
let me be the way through.
I will stay with you until the monster is tired."

[CHORUS]

The panic is a wave.
The wave is the way.
This is just a feeling.
The feeling will pass.
Seahorse stay steady.
Seahorse stay steady.

[BRIDGE]

"Steady never meant motionless.
The stillness is the absence of fighting.
It's the weather that passes through.

You are the ocean, not the wave."

[CHORUS]

The panic is a wave.
The wave is the way.
This is just a feeling.
The feeling will pass.
Seahorse stay steady.
Seahorse stay steady.

[OUTRO]

The moment I stop trying to disappear,
I realize I've already been seen.

I can feel the light even in the depths.
The moon pulls the tide.
The tide pulls me.

I am perceived and I am still me.

If you can't find your way out,
let me be the way through.

Seahorse stay steady. Steady. Steady.

Loui Crow

I make music, practice mirror work, sometimes I do somatic rage fits, and small forms of magick that help me stay present and kind while things change.

I write songs for myself, my inner child, and for the woman I am becoming.
I work through old patterns, grief, and survival habits as I notice them loosening.

Sometimes I write as the Crow — that's my ideal self. Direct, unattached, protective, grounded in something older than my fear. Other voices come through too. The snake. The spider. The fly. The ghosts are the false selves I created to survive. I write as all of them, for my own self-hypnosis — unpacking who I've been so that my son can fill his days with joy and I can stop being such a reactive parent. I'm in the middle of it all. I just keep showing up.

I use Suno for vocals and instrumentals — the vocals are seeded from my own voice. I'm a disabled veteran and a stay-at-home mom.

Over the last year, I climbed an emotional ladder I didn't know I was on. Many of my earlier releases were the scream — my depression, anger, insecurity.

The last album that came out of that climb is called "Mirror, Mirror off the Wall." It starts with depression and ends with gratitude.

Much of what lives here carries the influence of Louise Hay and Abraham Hicks, especially the idea that my body listens to my thoughts — and that where I place my attention, my life follows.

I leave breadcrumbs in case anyone resonates.

Take what feeds you.
Leave the rest for the birds.

I am molting.
You are welcome here.

https://louicrow.com
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