I am here in plenty and abundance,
oh dear lord I want to go back.
I see flashes and lights..
They do not cease.

All is so easy and sweet here,
and I want to hurl this luxury away from me.
Love and joy and food and rest..
And the haunt lingers..

To the night... to the inner conflict..
upon the thorns and cold grass...
There I finally lived..
and here I always died...

Forever shall it live with in me.. The haunt.