Woman Without Love

Her eyes tell the story so well that 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

Then there in the silence she lies with a tear on her cheek

A thought comes to mind, did I read it sometime

Or hear it? I can't quite recall

That a man without love's only half of a man

But a woman is nothing at all

She knows I don't love her although heaven knows that I've tried

Her reason for living's to go right on giving

Me the one thing that she's been denied

Without any warning in the wee hours of the morning she cries

The hurt deep inside that she tries so to hide

Is beginning to show in her eyes

A thought comes to mind, did I read it sometime

Or hear it? I can't quite recall

That a man without love's only half of a man

But a woman is nothing at all

Oh, a man without love's only half of a man

But a woman is nothing at all