my weirdo

you're my little weirdo,
my one and only hero,
you catch me everytime I fall.
and, yes, I'm a little clumsy, 
baby boy inside but, 
no one knows this truth but you and me.
when the snow will melt and melt to the ground,
flowers bloom and trees turn to green,
and when the leaves dive to the floor,
and snow piles up again,
oh, I'll still fly back here yet again