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