Child Crow

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Loui Crow - Streaming Everywhere

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The little one inside learns:
anger can move, and love still comes around.
We go through it together.

[INTRO]
Child Crow —
this moment arrives before I am ready.
It's already happening.

[VERSE 1]
The little one inside tightens as Child Crow reaches for me.
Sometimes he waits.
Sometimes he escalates.
The ask gets louder.
My body tightens.
Voice sharpens before I choose it.
I don’t like how it sounds.
There’s a point where I lose the line.
The little one inside watches how I treat myself after.
I shut down.

[PRE-CHORUS]
The feeling hits, I stay with it.
I catch myself because he’s watching.
I lose it sometimes — come back anyway.
Longer this time.

[CHORUS]
Child Crow —
Stay in the moment when I want to shut down.
He asks for all of me — I give what I have.
Child Crow —
The little one inside learns: anger can move, and love still comes around.
We go through it together.
(Child Crow)

[VERSE 2]
I go quiet after rupture.
Pull everything in, like I need less space to make up for it.
My body holds the replay.
I reach my limit.
I come back anyway.
Stay with him, longer than anyone stayed with me.
The moment opens again.
He shows me all of it gets to exist.
I soften my voice and stay.
This is where I change it.
The little one inside tracks every move.
She watches me give the way she needed.

[PRE-CHORUS]
The feeling hits, I stay with it.
I catch myself because he’s watching.
I lose it sometimes — come back anyway.
Longer this time.

[CHORUS]
Child Crow —
Stay in the moment when I want to shut down.
He asks for all of me — I give what I have.
Child Crow —
The little one inside learns: anger can move, and love still comes around.
We go through it together.
(Child Crow)

[Mini Verse]
Child Crow stomps — feet hit dirt.
The little one inside swallowed her scream.
Child Crow found it. We let it out.
The sound surprises me, coming out that loud.
The feeling flips before it settles.
Child Crow lifts his magic wand — monsters scatter on cue.
He hands her something small.
“This is a phone. Answer it.”

[CHORUS]
Child Crow —
Stay in the moment when I want to shut down.
He asks for all of me — I give what I have.
Child Crow —
The little one inside learns: anger can move, and love still comes around.
We go through it together.
(Child Crow)

[BRIDGE]
I hear it. Catch it. Change it.
My voice starts to rise — I stop it mid‑word.
The little one inside sees the way I stay through the gray, the way I come back the next day.

[shortened chorus]
Anger can move, and love still comes around.
We go through it together.
(Child Crow)

[OUTRO]
Child Crow runs forward to play. I follow him.
The little one inside moves when I move.
I let it all the way through.
(Child Crow keeps playing.)

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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