Woman Soul

I love him; he's an artist, but he cannot find himself
 With puzzled looks, he ponders books upon some ancient shelf
 He does the best he can; that's why i love that man
 But i also love the woman in his soul
 I love him 'cause he questions all the roles he's forced to play
 'Grown men don't cry': he sees the lie, and cannot change his way
 Oh, but he does the best he can; that's why i love that man
 But i also love the woman in his soul
 Joseph, oh Joseph, i love you when you're hard
 But you know i love you when you're soft
 So why do you discard the one inside of you?
 His heart is torn in two, and he knows he's incomplete
 And he won't be whole until he also loves the woman in his soul
 Woman soul