Rejoice - Transition

Here comes the crowd,
Crowd of clueless myth and proud

In the window pane,
Near the dirty lonely lane,

It tried catching me young,
It still chasing me among..

Will I ever forget the pain,
Apathy of cloud and rain..

They have the daggers and dame
Priests of defeated fame..

Now it the time, time to move..
Soul would change the colour of dove..