My God! Lyrics

When life becomes more real than children's games, or we've become too old ot play them, We'll grow old gracefully, we'll hide our shame. but there's that voice behind the wall. And like my conscience, it is still and small. Each word is mercy, protects us all: My God! (The Choir singing. I think it may be in Latin or it's just inaudible I can't hear it. But I think it's, "And like my conscience, it is still and small. Each word is mercy, protects us all:" Since it's has the same tempo to it. What do you think?) I was a boy, when tempted, fell sometimes, and fell so low, no one could see me, save for the eyes of Him that sees my crime. When sheep, like me, have drifted lost, all frightened children who are tempest tossed, down flies His wrath like an albatross: My God!