Seahorse

Seahorse
Loui Crow - Song Not Streaming Yet

Little monster got swept away.
The water is swallowing me.

[INTRO]

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.
I am the deep that holds you.
I am the current that moves you.
Seahorse stay steady.

[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 is 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.

[SEAHORSE REPLIES]

The monster is the wave, not the ocean.
The monster is the shame of the reaction.
The wave passes.

The ocean stays.

[PRE-CHORUS]

Little monster got swept away.
The water is swallowing me.
The current's too strong.
Couldn't hold on.
The little one inside is thrashing.

[CHORUS]

This is just a feeling.
The spiral will pass.
Seahorse stay steady.
The current will calm.

This is just a feeling.
The thrash will pass.
Seahorse stay steady.
Seahorse stay steady.

[VERSE 2]

Little one says:
"That didn't feel good.
It was very scary.
I used to live in this state.
I have come a long way."

I just want to be better for my future self.
I am doing this hard thing now so that

someday I will thank myself.
I am ready to move differently.

The current calms.
The wave is gone.
I made it through.
I am coming back to myself.

Seahorse sways.
She says:
"Be gentle with yourself.
Patient with your healing.
Move with the flow.
And when the current is strong, hold on.
Hold on for her.
Dance with yourself.
Show up for the little one inside."

[CHORUS]

This is just a feeling.
The spiral will pass.
Seahorse stay steady.
The current will calm.

This is just a feeling.
The thrash will pass.
Seahorse stay steady.
Seahorse stay steady.

[BRIDGE]

The monster is a wound that needs to be reframed.
The monster is the messenger.
One day, the wound will be the teaching.

Hold when you need to.
Blend when you need to.
Growl when you need to.

You are the ocean, not the wave.

[CHORUS]

This is just a feeling.
The spiral will pass.
Seahorse stay steady.
The current will calm.

This is just a feeling.
The thrash will pass.
Seahorse stay steady.
Seahorse stay steady.

[OUTRO]

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.
The feeling will pass.
Seahorse stay 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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