VOW (Vav) — Song and Lyric Sneak Peak

Mar 25

Written By Loui crow

Yod. Heh. Vav. Heh.

Gate III — Vow (Vav) —

The Nail That Fastens Will to Habit

Crow says:
promise builds—
or bars the door.
Repetition sets grain—
or splits the core.

Timber Remembers

[INTRO]

Even ash grows tired of being stirred.
Enough disguises.
Tonight is decision.
I am small on purpose.
Length with a point.
Timber parts around me.
I enter.
Do not mistake pause for softness.

Line up.
Crow studies the angle,
I am Nail.

[CHORUS]

I retire the vow made to fear.
Vow —
I finish what I begin.
Vow —
I return again.
Vow —
same hand, same swing.
Vow —
I build what I mean.

[VERSE]

This gate is where ghosts
become frame and floor.
Crow says:
promise builds—
or bars the door.
Repetition sets grain—
or splits the core.
Vow held steady
remembers its aim.
Ring through timber—
sound carries the claim.
Silence after center.
Will survives mood.
Stand inside the splinter.

Now crow asks:
Do your word and walk align?

[PRE-CHORUS]

Vahv says: “and”
where fear said “end.”
Nail fastens will to habit.
Vow holds.
Impact settles.
Timber remembers.

[CHORUS]

I retire the vow made to fear.
Vow —
I finish what I begin.
Vow —
I return again.
Vow —
same hand, same swing.
Vow —
I build what I mean.

[BRIDGE]

Daily return.
Impulse bows to structure.
Iron meets hesitation.
Vow—
hold without hardening.
Vow—
I stay without shrinking.
This is the fastening.
I return to unfinished things.

[PRE-CHORUS]

Vahv says: “and”
where fear said “end.”
Nail fastens will to habit.
Vow holds.
Impact settles.
Timber remembers.

[CHORUS]

I retire the vow made to fear.
Vow —
I finish what I begin.
Vow —
I return again.
Vow —
same hand, same swing.
Vow —
I build what I mean.

[OUTRO]

Fear above.
Longing below.
I pass through both.
Division ends.

Iron cools.
Timber accepts.
Gate sealed.
Crow keeps watch.

This is a record of becoming.

I make music, practice mirror work, somatic rage fits, and small forms of magick that help me stay present and kind while things change.

I write songs for myself.

I talk through old patterns, grief, and survival habits as I notice them loosening.

I follow what supports me staying here — language, ritual, gentleness, curiosity.

Much of what lives here carries the influence of Louise Hay and Abraham Hicks, especially the idea that the body listens to language and that focus shapes experience.

Nothing here asks belief.

I share what I am learning as I go in case anyone resonates.

I leave breadcrumbs.

Take what feeds you.

Leave the rest for the birds.

I am molting.

You are welcome here.

https://louicrow.com

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