Thought of you on this island of the leper, non this island of the madnI’ve thought of you on this island of the outcast,non this island of the sick and sadnThought this island had a tragic holiness,nthought it had a painful gracenThought it had the ugliest history,nthought this island was the most beautiful placennAnd I saw the altar of this world’s crueltynI saw the stadium of the devil’s goalsnAnd I saw a man duck and weave the most evil punchesnI saw a factory of magnificent soulsnnThought of you on this island of the limestone and the pain of dust torn eyesnThought of you on this island of the convict toiling under the bluest skiesnLooked upon this island of the reconciled, nand I saw a stone carved crossnThought of you on this island of redemption, closed my eyes and thought of what freedom had costnnAnd I saw the altar of this world’s crueltynI saw the stadium of the devil’s goalsnAnd I saw a man duck and weave the most evil punchesnI saw a factory of magnificent soulsnnNo one ever asked questions with marks as sharp as thesenThey pierced the veins of Jesus, who was one of the least of thesenAnd no one ever gave an answer with as gentle a word as thisnYou took violent indignation, and you killed it with a political kissnnAnd I saw the altar of this world’s crueltynI saw the stadium of the devil’s goalsnAnd I saw a man duck and weave the most evil punchesnI saw a factory of magnificent souls