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