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.