Feed the light

Feed the light
I want to fight about it now

You won't be lost
You won't be found
You won't be lost
You won't be called out by me

For sure, I love you
But you still believe
That blossoms understand
When hit with cold hard wind

It's not the end
Just changing climate
For sure, be sure
To feed the light

Just feel you're right
To get it wrong

It's not the end
It never ends
You won't be lost
You won't be found
Unless you want to be found