A place built on Wisdom’s foundations
Come and discuss, speak your mind
He’s given you entrance, His thoughts you can define

Oh, Harvard, I lament
Your stairways used to be full of godly footsteps
Now it is full of false rips that’s not what was meant

The Finger will come down to write on your wall
A translator will come in full authority to explain it all
Look back and review what use to hang throughout your halls
Are you ready to give an account for your messy calls

Oh, Harvard, I see hope for you
Go back to your primary basics
For you’ve bitten off far too much you can chew

Look to Me
I’ve paid the full tuition
I have much to say
I’ll leave everything in its past
You will again be a place of fruition