Feed the Light

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