A Quarry To Blast

Come one and all
There's a place for you here
Where the dusty, cracked cups
Turn to fountains and burst
Where the cracks in your soul
Beam with light once they're filled
Because no one's alive
'Till they're freed from death first

Life's a quarry to blast
Living and dying to be born at last

Calling all hearts:
If a bell's born to ring
Then a person is born
For the very same thing
So head for the streets
There are stories to tell
There are leaks to keep leaking
From life-giving wells

Life's a quarry to blast
Living and dying to be born at last