Reversal?

Do I want more chidren, yes

But for them to have, do I want 

A sick dad, a broken man 

To think on this I simply can't 

Do I abstain to go Insane 

Do I reverse a grave sin 

Do I follow a narrow impossibility 

Who will ever with this win 

The church speaks in her compassion

No reversal required 

But men speak with much rehearsal 

Of this I'm sick sore and tired 

No smoking no tattoo's 

Don't do this do that 

Traditions of men 

I would like to bat 

Far away into oblivion 

Binding heavy loads on men 

Take away their books oh Lord

Smash in pieces their every pen 

Give me the Holy Magisterium 

Whom I wish at times could be 

Much much more clearer Lord

So I could clearly see 

Sing out Holy Church 

I will speak of your mercy 

At times your ways are so hard 

But they always free 

Unbind the heavy loads 

Men put on men's shoulders 

Remove every heavy weight 

Lift off their weary boulders 

All I want to do is obey 

Tell me what it is 

I can't work much things out 

I can't handle every quiz 

Just speak and tell me 

What I have to do 

Don't bring me protestant confusion No

Give me only what is Catholic and is true