Summer's child, Smiles and feeds me. Autumn loves try to please me. Older now, in your silence. Better day of less violence. Winter's child, says she needs me. Sadness clouds your eyes. You can not see. Soon will come times You'll look back At what now and the little We don't let it burn in your head, Turn away from the times that were sad. Summer's child, Smiles and feeds me. Autumn loves try to please me.