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 under- 
Stand when hit 
With cold hard wind 
It's not the end 
Just changing climate 
For sure 
Be sure 
To feed the light 
Just feel your 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