"My head is full of sounds
 that sing me the story of my life,
my head is full of sounds
 that fly in and out like bees fly through a hive.
My head is full of words
 that form my philosophy,
my head is full words
 that rhyme with love and hate and hope and curiousity.

My head is full of sounds
 that ring and tickle in my ear,
my head is full of sounds,
 far more than I could ever hear.
My head is full of words
 I keep locked right in my heart.
My head is full of doubts
 if I'll ever be able to create a piece of art.

The sounds and words,
they never leave me alone,
but I have learned
 to live with them and now they feel like home,

so I can see the beauty in life. 
The beauty in life."