In Comparison

In comparison to you
Hurricanes are a little wind blowing through

And a grandiose mansion
Would need an expansion

Compared to you,
Depression is just feeling a bit blue

And death is but a bump
An obstacle you can jump

Forest fires leaving unscathed just a patch
Are to you the intensity of lighting a match

And me compared to you?
If I grew

And expanded every day
I still wouldn't even be able to pray

About reaching the size of you
And I would break under the pressure, too.