I ask that you return me  The years I did ignore thee  And with my burden bury  The weight of guilt I carry  And lead me to the well of life  Before my soul departs    Now I so clearly see how I have murdered me  And I cannot fake what I tried to make of myself - a God  Please heal me    The halls of countless eriudite teeming with the self deified  Cloaked in snuffy habiliments  No need to strive for holiness  When beauty dies she leaves behind the scars of dreams abandoned long ago    Where myriad wonders once repelled the onslaught of decay  Now given to the manifold miseries of mortal dismay  And out of joy is sorrow born the stained white halls are now forlorn    Wisdom calls from these halls    Now I so clearly see how I have murdered me and I cannot fake - please heal   me    So very wise in their own eyes  The world's great minds will one day find  That for life they studied, worked, and pined  But in wisdom made by man alone that a high IQ with low regard  Will be dethroned and from heaven barred    Wisdom calls from these halls    I ask that you return me  The years I did ignore thee  And with my burden bury  The weight of guilt I carry  And lead me to the well of life  Before my soul departs