A Black Cloud Called Gospel

I heard your words when I was a boy. Back then I was too young to understand, yet now I can see. So there's no excuse for the path that I chose. These convictions remain in my soul. No matter how hard I try to forget or remove them, they stay set in stone. I cannot run away, I cannot escape. They say you offer the greatest gift of freedom, yet I feel hopelessly trapped and I can't find a way out. There is a black cloud called 'Gospel' that hangs over me, and I don't remember how it feels to have the sun grace my skin.