The Light Seeping Through The Cracks

THE LIGHT SEEPING THROUGH THE CRACKS

Just like someone born into a prison cell
You’ve no idea even of white and black
In front of your eyes, there’s only gray
There’s so much more going on than you can tell
But your way of life only serves to set you back
You’re too far beyond a sunny day
So far that you think that that is hell
The light seeping through the cracks

i think a little fix will be this

"you have know idea, even of white and black"

and "So far that you think that is hell" you added another "that"

and i think that describe more than my song "Please rescues me" which prison related.