Thief

What Other People See

A Life Examined

What good is a man if he cannot feel?
What good is a heart whose love is repealed?
What good is a youth that you cannot recall? 
What good is the wisdom age bestows as it falls?

And these are the questions the discussion lacks,
so what good is their meaning if they cannot be asked?

What good is potential if there's no leap of faith?
What good is the certainty of which minds are plagued?
What good is this moment to reflect on these tears?
What good is a lifetime if it's filled with fear?

What good are the words that come out of time? 
Is their value not greater for their depth in design?
And when we really need them will we stare in the eyes
of the mystery eating everyone alive?

And these are the things that define our beliefs,
but what can be gained without examining?

What good is a judgment of victimless crimes 
that put people in cages for the rest of their lives?
What good are the eyes that fall blind on these plights?
What good is the nation that stands idly by?

What Good?

Some nights I lie awake and think
of how much it would mean to me
If only you would hold me in your arms
You turn your back and my heart sinks
You don't know what it does to me
That most nights you're the only person warm

Cause
Sometimes I don't care to fight
The feelings I've kept deep inside
I choose to be the stronger man
But no one ever said they can't
From time to time need to show their truths
Sometimes I wanna be the little spoon

I used to be afraid to show
The feelings I'd been taught to hold
But now I seek to see them all released
What good is it to never grow
To look around suddenly old
And never to have known a sense of peace?

Cause
Sometimes I don't care to fight
The feelings I've kept deep inside
I used to be the stronger man
But no one ever said they can't
From time to time need to feel communed
Sometimes I wanna be the little spoon

And I don't need for you to feel
Compelled to pry me to reveal
The insecurities that I conceal
I just hate to always feel exposed
To feel ashamed to want to show
I hope that I can fin'ly tell you soon
Sometime I wanna be the little spoon

Thomas W. Johns