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 read sometime
Or heard 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 how I've tried
Her reason for living, to go right on giving
Is the one thing that she's been denied

Without any warning
In the wee hours of the morning she cries
The hurt deep inside she tries so to hide
Is beginning to show in her eyes

Then a thought comes to mind that I read sometime
Or heard it, I can't quite recall
That a man without love's only half of a man
But a woman is nothing at all

Yeah, a man without love's only half of a man
But a woman is nothing at all