When grandfather strikes a dozen
The light of my “friend” starts to shine
Shine so brightly, the lady in white.
When I gaze upon her, my heart begins to pine.

Sit she gently upon my bed,
I’m clueless, whether to embrace her
Or pull the covers over my head.
My dear lady in white.

Whisper a meaning of life in my ear,
Hold me tightly,
Wipe away my tears.
To some, I can imagine this being quite unsightly

The grandfather clock strikes the first,
When she fades away my soul begins to burst.
Such a shame she can’t stay.
But then again, tomorrow is another day.