Feed the Light

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 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