17. HOARDER (Star)

Written By Loui crow

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Patcher — hold the walls.
Patcher — walls hold me.
We fall together or not at all.

HOARDER — The Star Reversed

Hoarder ghost —
taught me to keep.
I built my whole life
around the belief
that it all falls apart.
I am a collection
of everyone's expectations.
The original is missing.

Hoarder is me.

Someone asks:
"What is she saving?"
Crow says:
"Everything but herself."

VERSE 1

The sun rises.
I turn my back.
Let it rise without me.
My hands forgot
what they were holding.
White-knuckled grip.
Accidents give my rage
a place to go.
Body remembers what I won't.
Ghost says:
"What's the point?"

Closet holds conversations I never had.
Naked feels like a wound.
I dress it in layers
of "someday" and "not yet."
Shelves groan.
I add another.

The star in me
stopped asking to be seen…
She just waits now.

PRE-CHORUS

What if I let it out?
What if it stays?
What if the feeling
has nothing to say?
I keep it.
Hoarder. Hoarder.
I keep it.
That's the way.

CHORUS

Hoarder — save it all.
Don't look too close.
Shop and haul —
build the wall.

Hoarder —
Words pile but never fall.
Every feeling gets a box.
I sit on lid and lock.
Hoarder.
Hoarder.

VERSE 2

The wounds healed
but I keep the scars
as proof.
Crow says:
"What are you proving
and to whom?"
That question sits on the front step…
Weather eats it.

My back goes out —
when I won't.
Neck locks —
when I can't say no.
I am the museum
of unfelt things.
Curator never opens.
Exhibits never rest.

Ghost says:
"If you feel good,
something bad will follow."

Crow says:
There is no wrong.
Only what you keep
and what keeps you.

PRE-CHORUS

CHORUS

BRIDGE

A shelf breaks.
Everything spills.
Crow taps the fallen story.
"Now look."
The star wants to pour.
The Hoarder wants to store.

OUTRO

Crow says:
You who hoard the light —
have forgotten
you are made of light.
The cup in your hand —
is not for keeping.
The cup is for pouring.

Hoarder ghost disappears.
Now…
The path appears.

Crows on the wire, keeping watch over you 🐦‍⬛🖤

Loui crow

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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16. PATCHER (TOWER)