Her eyes tell the story so well That she tries hard to hide So little expected, so 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 tears 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 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 me The things that she's been denied
Without any kind of warning In the wee hours of the morning she cries The hurt deep inside that she tries so to hide God knows I see it 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 is only half of a man But a woman is nothing at all
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