A God When Needed

They call on me when nights turn cold,

When burdens weigh, when troubles unfold.

A fleeting prayer, a whispered plea,

But never just to think of me.

When skies are clear, when roads are wide,

I fade like echoes, cast aside.

Yet when the storm begins to rise,

They seek my hands, they meet my eyes.

I am their god in times of need,

A ghost when they no longer bleed.

But even gods can break, can bend,

When all they are is just pretend.