Mother Crow

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Loui Crow - Streaming Everywhere

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Don't tell me it's okay. Not yet.

[INTRO]

Mother Crow —
She sees my storm, stays still.
Her gift is her gaze.
Her presence is the present.
O Child of the stars, take your fill.
She divided herself for love's sake,
so you would have someone
to talk to when the sky felt too big.

[CHORUS]

Mother Crow stays while I weep.
She is the hand I learn to receive.
She sees the flinch.
She sees the freeze.
Mother Crow holds me.
(Mother Crow holds me.)

[VERSE 1]

I tucked my son in.
I don't have another bedtime in me.
The little one inside can stay up.
Mother Crow will sit with her.

I imagine a mother who would hold my scream without handing it back.
I close my eyes and build her from scratch.

Don't tell me it's okay. Not yet.
Show me the floor first.
Sit with me in the absence.
Let me feel the shape of this before you call the wound a kiss.

My knotted shoulder knocks.
Mother Crow answers —
“You don't have to carry this alone.
The ache has a place to sit now.”

[PRE-CHORUS]

I wonder what's happening here?
What does the little one need? I wonder.
Curiosity is the seed — Mother waters it.
“You are not your fear. You are the one who notices.”

[CHORUS]

Mother Crow stays while I weep.
She is the hand I learn to receive.
She sees the flinch.
She sees the freeze.
Mother Crow holds me.
(Mother Crow holds me.)

[VERSE 2]

I stand before the mirror,
my mouth full of words I don't yet trust.
She leans into the glass and speaks them for me.
“You are not a burden. You are brave. You are allowed to take up space.”
Her voice does not waver. Mine learns to follow.
“You are not a burden. You are brave. You are allowed to take up space.”

[PRE-CHORUS]

I wonder what's happening here?
What does the little one need? I wonder.
Curiosity is the seed — Mother waters it.
“You are not your fear. You are the one who notices.”

[CHORUS]

Mother Crow stays while I weep.
She is the hand I learn to receive.
She sees the flinch.
She sees the freeze.
Mother Crow holds me.
(Mother Crow holds me.)

[BRIDGE]

When I stomp my feet like a child who never got to rage,
she doesn't say "act your age."
She says: let it out. I'll hold space.
The part of you that hides — I see her. She's welcome here.

[CHORUS]

Mother Crow stays while I weep.
She is the hand I learn to receive.
She sees the flinch.
She sees the freeze.
Mother Crow holds me.
(Mother Crow holds me.)

[OUTRO]

Crow tucks me in.
She says: Rest now. I'll hold the sky.
You do not have to know how to love yourself —
I will love you until you do.

About the Song

I wrote this song for my inner child, Sarah. She's the one I just held a funeral for in FVNERAL. And I realized I don't have to parent her myself — that just added another chore to an already full plate.

Lately I've been learning from Lavinia Brown about the "external parent figure." Instead of trying to be my own mother, I imagine a safe other outside me. For me? A crow.

Mother Crow is the first song in what I'm calling the Crow Family album – a series of external figures to help me fill the gaps where I learned to go hungry: Father Crow, Sister Crow, Brother Crow, Lover Crow, Child Crow.

I'm still early in this. I don't have answers. But the songs help me learn how to be held.

More on the background, the writing process, and the external parent framework soon. For now, here are the words.

The song is streaming everywhere. I wrote the lyrics. The vocals were seeded from my voice, brought to life with Suno.

Crows on the wire, keeping watch over you and the little one inside. 🐦‍⬛

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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