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 it somehow
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 how I've tried
Her reason for living is to go right on giving
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
It's beginning to show in her eyes
The thought comes to mind
That I read it somehow
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
Yeah a man without love's only half of a man
But a woman is nothing at all