Crow Family –
An Album For My Inner Child

(Scroll below for lyrics and about the songs. Listen while you read.)

I first heard Lavinia Brown describe the idea of an external safe other. She said: you don't have to parent your own inner child. That's just more parenting. Instead, imagine a figure outside you — an angel, an animal, a guide — who can hold what you never learned to hold.

That landed like a feather on a still day.

I stopped trying to be my own mother, my own father, my own sibling. I started building a family from scratch — not from memory, but from need.

Crow Family is that family.

Six figures. Six songs. Each one a voice I can call on when the little one inside needs something she never got.

Why Crows

Crows mate for life. They remember faces. They build nests together, twig by twig, season after season. They don't fix the storm — they just stay present through it. That's the kind of loyalty I wanted for Sarah.

Mother Crow, Father Crow, Sister Crow, Brother Crow, Lover Crow, Child Crow. Each one external. Each one a choice I make every time I press play.

The Songs

Mother Crow (Nuit)– the one who holds.
She sees my storm and stays still. Her gift is her gaze. She doesn't fix — she witnesses. This song is the lullaby for the little one inside. You don't have to earn rest. I'll love you until you remember how.

Father Crow (Hadit)– the one who ignites.
He empowers. He reminds me: you are a star. Find your own orbit. His voice is a steady drum, a permission slip to take up space. You are a flame that was never meant to be contained.

Sister Crow (Princess of Pentacles)– the one who walks beside me.
Written for my sister Lizzy (and for the sister Sarah never had). She's the ally who doesn't parent, just witnesses. She sits on the floor, shares secrets, holds my hand. We don't need to fix each other. Just stay.

Brother Crow (Prince of Swords)– the one who tells the truth. Written about my brother, Brent.
He's not afraid of hard conversations. He hands me the knife and shows me where to cut. He protects by being clear, direct, steady. I will not lie to keep you comfortable. You deserve the truth, even when it stings.

Lover Crow (The Lovers / Two of Cups)– the one who stays.
Steady devotion. The partner who sees my flinch and doesn't run. Who builds the nest with me, twig by twig.

This song also carries the Wake World — that inner meeting with the higher self, the divine counterpart who has always known how to hold me. I wrote it for my husband, Justin. I also wrote it for anyone listening who wants to call in a love like this, or who wants to feel the presence of their own holy self, steady as a crow on the wire.

We don't need grand gestures. Just two crows on a wire, watching the same chance.

Child Crow (Ra‑Hoor‑Khuit)– the one who plays.
For my inner child and for my son, Truman. The child who hasn't learned to brace. Who runs at the world with an open face. You are allowed to be small and still matter. Anger can move, and love still comes around.Your wonder is wisdom. Play is sacred.

The Family I Built

This album is about what I need now. Each song is a room I can enter when the old storms show up.

I wrote these lyrics, often while Truman orbiting nearby — building towers, knocking them down, asking me to draw worms.

Mother Crow holds the sky.
Father Crow lights the flame.
Sister Crow draws the lines between the scattered stars.
Brother Crow clears the fog with a steady gaze.
Lover Crow builds the nest, twig by twig, feather by feather.
Child Crow rages and laughs — the ground listens, the stars listen.

Little one, you're not alone.
You're a constellation now.

A note from the nest:

The songs are streaming on all platforms now.
I'm still writing the blogs with lyrics and the stories behind them — one page at a time.

With warmth,
Loui Crow