A thought comes to mind, "Did I read it sometime or I hear it"
A thought comes to mind, "Did I read it sometime or I hear it"
Until I fall asleep
But a woman is nothing at all
And the hurt deep inside that she's tried so to hide
She knows I don't love her
That a man without love is only half of a man
I can't quite recall
And there in the silence she lies
A woman stripped of her pride
That a man without love is only half of a man
Is beginning to show in her eyes
Her reason for living's to go right on giving
I can't quite recall
In the wee hours of the morning she cries
Although heaven knows that I've tried
The one thing that she's been denied
Always so careful not to cry
Without any warning
So little expected, too often neglected
With the tear on her cheek
