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 that I read it sometime I hear it I can't quite recall That a man without love is 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 is to go right on giving Neither one thinks that's 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... A man without love is only half of a man But a woman is nothing at all