The Angel's Guitar Poem by Caleb Jones

White walls
White ceilings
White windows
White floors
Screams of insanity
Right outside my door
I can't even begin to explain
How scared that I was
Spending entire days
Praying to Heaven above
People thinking of unforgivable sins
Needing away from that Devil's evil grin
Listen to the sounds of the Angel's guitar
I've been here before my friends
Trapped like a firefly in a pitch-black mason jar
It's not fun, thats a matter of fact
You can bet that Caleb Jones is back
Better than ever
With God at my side
Listening to the sounds of the Angel's guitar
24/7/365