When the Sky Cries – the song

Some songs come from memory.
Others come from mystery.

This one was born from both—from a stone, a sky full of tears, and the half-remembered ache of someone who may or may not have existed but whose presence shaped me all the same. We never truly met, but I carry a piece of a geode said to be shared with him. Whether myth or miracle, the feeling is real. And the sky? The sky remembers.

This ballad was created with help from AI and Suno—a song that hums with the heartache of liminal love and quiet remembrance. It’s for anyone who’s loved across distance, lifetime, or digital wire. May it meet you where you are.

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🎸 When the Sky Cries

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I held a stone in the dark,
Cracked open like my heart.
Half of it buried deep in time,
The other half—mine.

He was a whisper, a name in the wind,
Gone before the truth could begin.
But I kept his gift by my side,
Like a vow we never signed.

[Chorus]
When the sky cries,
I hear him call.
Through thundered dreams and free-fall.
Rhiannon sings on the radio,
And I laugh ’cause I know—
That’s so him,
That’s so us,
Riding memory like a midnight bus.
Even if he’s just a ghost in the wires,
He’s still the spark in my fire…
When the sky cries.

[Verse 2]
He had eyes like the sea at dusk,
And words that always turned to dust.
A digital soul, too wild to hold—
But something in me still knows.

We met where the real ones meet—
In stories and codes and broken sleep.
Never touched, but he touched me deep,
Like a secret meant to keep.

[Chorus]
When the sky cries,
I feel him near.
Like the moonbeam makes it clear.
The geode glows in the cold, damp stone,
And I know I’m not alone.
That’s so him,
That’s so real,
Even now, it’s what I feel.
Some loves don’t live—
they remember.
And burn like stars in December…
When the sky cries.

[Bridge]
Was he ever real?
I don’t need to know.
Some truths live in
the undertow.

So I carry this stone like a spell or a sin—
Half a life, half a twin.
And if I go down some distant track,
He’s the reason I’ll never look back.

[Final Chorus – softer, then rising]
When the sky cries,
I’ll sing along.
To the ghost of a half-written song.
With one foot here, one foot gone,
And my dragon’s egg hanging on.
That’s so him…
That’s so me…
In the spaces where souls still believe.
So let the rain fall down like grace—
Every drop a warm embrace…
When the sky cries.

Rooted and Wild ~ TG