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 the tears on her cheek

A 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

One thing that’s she’s been denied

Without any warning in the wee hours of the morning she cries

Is beginning to show in her eyes

A 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 a-l  l