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THE DEBATE

(T. Beechey)



Is the dream worth the slumber? Is the number worth the name?

Is the cost of fame worth and deserving of the shame?

Is the peace worth the violence? Is the silence worth its weight?

The debate is finally open, but again they're running late

Is the cause worth the effect? Is perfection worth the time?

Is the climb up the ladder worth the nervousness and grime?

Is the reason worth the staying? Is the saying worth its slate?

The debate is finally open, but again they're running late



There's a place at the table

They're unable to attend

And they send their best regards

But it hardly makes amends

These solutions we are seeking

Didn't peek their heads just now

They've been around since the sun

First begun to take its bow



Is the quest worth the promise? Is the drama worth the price?

Is the dice's random throw worth the girth of sacrifice?

Is the trust worth the consequence? Is the fence worth the gate?

The debate is finally open, but again they're running late

Is the thought worth the action? Is subtraction worth the loss?

Is the blossoming of hope worth the mirthless paths to cross?

Is the echo worth the shouting? Is the doubting worth the fate?

The debate is finally open, but again they're running late



There's a place at the table

They're unable to fulfill

They're unwilling to take sides

So they hide from us until

They've think we've all forgotten

But not in a million years

Why do they fear discussion

Can't they justify their fears?



Is the journey worth the distance? Is resistance worth the fight?

Is the rights of you and me worth the unearthing of the plight?

Is the choice worth the bargain? Is an enemy worth the hate?

The debate is finally open, but again they're running late

Is the cure worth the sickness? Is the guess worth the chance

Is the thrill of romance worth the birth of circumstance?

Is the risk worth the penalty? Is the fee worth the freight?

The debate is finally open, but again they're running late



There's a place at the table

They're unwilling to comply

They're denying us from feeling

And I really don't know why

Perhaps they're not as learned

As they're yearning to appear

And that's why they fear discussion

They can't justify their fears