Woman Without Love

(Jerry Chesnut)



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

And there in the silence she lies

With the tear on her cheek.



A thought comes to mind, yeah, 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's to go right on giving

No 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.



A thought comes to mind, yeah, 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.



A man without love is only half of a man

But a woman is nothing at all...