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