I Love You More

Written By Loui Crow
I Love You More
Loui Crow - Streaming Everywhere

I Love You More Than Every Feather On Every Crow.

The dark feelings come with no warning.
They come to be held.
They come to be known.
They come to be felt.

I am Crow.
I am the one who stays.
I am the one who sees you even when you feel alone.

[Verse 1]

The little one inside asks:
Do you see me when I hide?
When I hate my own face?
When I hate what I feel?
Do you see me when I hate me?

The crow ruffles her feathers.
She shakes off the rain.

When you feel like trash in the dump,
that's when I show up.
The burn in your sinuses.
Those aches in your muscle.
The thrum of anxiety in your veins.
That is your body loving you.
That is my love holding what's stuck.
That is my love reaching for you.

When you feel like you are nothing,
I see you as everything.

[Pre-Chorus]

If only you knew what I see in you.

[Chorus]

I love you more than every feather on every crow.
I love you more than the dark can throw.
I love you more than every tear you've cried.
I love you more than you'll ever know.

[Verse 2]

The little one inside says:
I am afraid.
I am still afraid.

What if I am too heavy to hold?
What if you get tired of me?

I have been hiding.
Controlling.
Pretending.
And I am so tired.
I don't know who I am without all of that.

Crow says:
Good. Now you get to find out.

Your fear is the measure of your love.
Your fear tells me what you cherish.

Your shiver is the beginning.
The shiver has wings.

Who you are will show up.
You just have to be willing.

[Bridge]

Give the grief its morning light.
Give the fear what it needs to be right.
Give the anger space to spill.

Show me your mess. Show me your fight.
Show me your mess. Let me teach it to fly.

[Chorus]

I love you more than every feather on every crow.
I love you more than the dark can throw.
I love you more than every tear you've cried.
I love you more than you'll ever know.

[Outro]

Feel it all.
It only makes my love bigger.

The ache is the reaching.
The reaching is the love.

I am not leaving.

(I love you more than every feather on every crow.)

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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