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 the 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