Touched by the hand of a Vicar

Can I be silent if boys are made men beneath the altar

I must beg for you to hear more for the sake of innocence

As bells toll on the seventh day, and boys warm pews

I worry that another light is shortly extinguished

All glinting eyes are pure, vicar please keep them thus

If they blush it means they still tremble at the sound

of their own voice. They're children. To them, 

everything is a novelty, never interfere with innocence

Open up your eyes women, attend this duty 

with obsequious care. No other boy should henceforth,

know any evil and pain in the hands of a vicar