In The Month Of May

I run to you, arms held out
But you ignore me
I cry out your name
But you turn away from me

I reach out for your hand
But you pull away
I hold out a rose
But you stand still, in the month of May

I want to sing to you
But you are deaf to my voice
I want to hold you close
But you have made your choice

I sit next to you
But you still flay
I see your triumphant face
In the month of May