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 the tear on her cheek

A thought comes to mind yeah I read it sometime
I 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 neither one day that she's been denied
Without any warning in the hours of the morning she cries
And the hurt deep inside that she's tried so to hide is beginning to show in her eyes

Then a thought comes to mind...

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