Woman Without Love

Her eyes tell the story so well She tries hard to hide So little expected too often neglected A woman stripped of her pride Always so careful not to cry Until I fall asleep And there in the silence She lies with a tear on her cheek The thought comes to mind that I've relived somehow For herein I can't quite recall That a man without love's only half a man But a woman is nothing at all She knows I don't love her Although heaven knows how I try Her reason for living is to go right on giving One thing that she's gon' be mine Without any warning in the wee hours Of the morning, she cries Her deep inside she cries so to hide Is beginning to show in her eyes And a thought comes to mind that I've relived sometime For herein I can't quite recall That a man without love's only half a man But a woman is nothing at all Yeah, a man without love's only half a man But a woman is nothing at all