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
Aretha Franklin - Take a Look Lyrics
Aretha Franklin - Take a Look Lyrics
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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
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
Writer: Clyde Lovern Otis
Copyright: Lyrics © Third Side Music Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Third Side Music Inc.