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 a tear on her cheek A thought comes to mind that I read sometime Or heard 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's 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 And the hurt deep inside that she tries so to hide Is beginning to show in her eyes A thought comes to mind that I read it 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 Oh, a man without love's only half of a man But a woman is nothing at all