I'm caught in a maze and can't find my way out,
blinded by tears of pain and frustration.
I call to you, GOD; all day I call.
I wring my hands, I plead for help.
Are the dead a live audience for your miracles?
Do ghosts ever join the choirs that praise you?
Does your love make any difference in a graveyard?
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