Growing In Hell and Peace

Just like the Earth, I'll grow full to bloom; And as my body changes, my mind does too. The place I call home, people burning others to succeed; All the sadness and the madness, and one trying to be the best to lead. They say the grass grows greener on the other side, but I fail to simply agree; And if that is possible, then why does everyone look so unhappy? I'm sick of living in hell on Earth, where's the peace when you need it? I can't find it anywhere, or maybe I'm just not looking hard enough for it. You feel the burns without seeing the flames, no one tries to put the flames out; Either you hear the people screaming, or running around out and about. Growing in hell and peace, is not as easy as a gentle floating flower; But if we can find some way to be happy, we can make us a better world together.