Aretha Franklin

Take a look in the mirror
Look at yourself
But don't you look too close
'Cause you just might see
The person that you hate the most

Lord, what's happening
To this human race
I can't even see
One friendly face

Brothers fight brothers
And sisters wink their eyes
While silver tongues
Bear fruits of poison lies

Just take a look at your
Children, born innocent
Every boy and every girl
Denying themselves a real
Chance to build a better world

Dear Lord, dear Lord
What's happening to
Your precious dream
It's washing away on a
Bloody, bloody stream

Take a look at your children
Before it's too late
And tell them nobody wins
When the prize is hate

Written by Toussaint, Allen
Published by EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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