She calls me thunder when the clouds turn gray
When the world is shaken and molded like clay
She calls me rain when the dirt turns to mud
When rivers teem and lakes begin to flood

What's in a name, oh valiant beholder
You who is wiser, taller, and older
Your eyes are so sad and filled with despair
Yet I can still see some happiness there

He calls me Atlas when I hold up the Earth
Proving that I'm shouldering more than I'm worth
He calls me Poseidon when I manage the seas
Rolling the tides to and fro with ease

What's in a name, oh valiant beholder
You who is dimmer, smaller, and colder
Your eyes are so wide and brimming with fear
Yet I can still hear your silent jeers

You call me savior when I answer your prayer
Trying to show you that life can be fair
You call me evil when I leave you in the dark
Hoping that someday you will ignite that spark

So, what's in a name, oh valiant beholder
You who is stronger, kinder, and bolder
You called me many things, the being you awed
But in the end I'm only ever just called God