| 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, take a look at your children |
| Born innocent, every boy and every girl, denying themselves a real chance |
| To build a better world, oh! dear lord what’s happening to your precious dream |
| I think it’s washing away on a bloody, bloody stream, yes, take a look at your |
| children |
| Before it’s too late, and tell them nobody, nobody wins when the prize is hate |
| Oh, no, no, no it’s not too late, we gotta tell all of our children |
| That love, love, love is the way, yeah, yeah |