The Roads ~Tomáš Vojtek~ Some roads are made of broken glass Some roads are made of streams of tears And greet our footfalls Some roads have crowns and noble stripes Some roads have diamonds in their lines And sleep in pride Going astray… Going astray on dusty pathways … Going away… Going away from dusty pathways… Some roads are going through the swamps Some roads have marble cathedrals And fervent prayers Some roads must end and some must start Some roads arise when all is done In our new life days