Crow In A Cage

Written by Loui Crow
Crow In A Cage
Loui Crow - Streaming 11/11

[INTRO]

Crow in a cage.

I watch the whole sky changing colors.
I count the clouds
that wander through.

Crow in a cage.

[VERSE 1]

I know the cage with both eyes closed.
My claws ache from holding still.
I turn sideways out of habit.

I hear other birds overhead.
I lift my beak to join their song.
My cry goes climbing after theirs.
I wonder where the echo lands.
I listen till their voices are gone.

[CHORUS]

Crow in a cage.
I want to fly.
I spread my wings
and pull them back.

Crow in a cage.
I want to fly.
I tell the wind I'm almost ready.

[VERSE 2]

I strike the wire with my beak.
I strike again.
I feel the whole cage shaking.
I pull a feather from my wing.

It settles where the shadows sleep.

[CHORUS]

Crow in a cage.
I want to fly.
I spread my wings
and pull them back.

Crow in a cage.
I want to fly.
I tell the wind
I'm almost ready.

[BRIDGE]

Tomorrow,
when the wind is softer.

Tomorrow,
when the clouds are thin.

Tomorrow,
when my wings feel stronger.

Tomorrow,
I'll begin.

The wind comes through.
I close my eyes.
I tell myself:

Tomorrow,
I fly.

[CHORUS]

Crow in a cage.
I want to fly.
I spread my wings
and pull them back.

Crow in a cage.
I want to fly.
I tell the wind
I'm almost ready.

[OUTRO]

Crow in a cage.

I close one eye
against the darkness.
The other keeps me company.

Crow in a cage.

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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