Jared Motz, Reporter

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It’s a funny thought,

That all of us are here right now

With all the time in the world

We ended up here, together

Hearing the sounds of laughter

Feeling the warmth of a smile

We go day by day

As strangers pass us by

As street lamps light the way

It’s a funny thought,

How different it could be

How fast it could all change

With the pull of a trigger,

The slice of a cold metal

With that our fragile little world

Our fragile little time

Comes crashing down around us

We ended up here, alone

Hearing the sounds of sorrow

Feeling the cold of a stare

We go by day by day

Passing the roses by

Under the burnt-out stars

We look to the world for answers

And we never get a reply

So we wait here, wondering


It’s a funny thought,

Being here without you

Without a memory of your face

Unable to hear your voice

Unable to feel your touch

I’d give anything

I’d relive you dying every day

For the rest of my days

Just to see you again

To hear you again

To sit down on our old road

And watch the sunset

I’d give anything in the world

To have it all coming up roses again

With you

We ended up here,

So many years have passed now

I’ve lost count, I’ve lost the memories

But I don’t know why

The sun seems to shine brighter now

Then it did back then that is

The street lamps don’t flicker anymore

The wind isn’t still and cold

After all the sorrow

Waking up knowing you weren’t there

That I could scream and cry

And it’d never get to you

It’s a strange thought to know

Somehow I wouldn’t have it any other way

You made me who I am today

If it weren’t for the loss of a father

The loss of a friend

The loss of my family

I don’t think that I’d be here without you

It’s weird knowing

That after it all

That it’s okay

It’s nice to know even without you

That it’s all,

Coming up roses again

In memorial,

Raymond Motz Sr my dad,

Joe Slowik my “step dad”

May you both Rest In Peace


Jared Motz, Reporter

I’m Jared, I live with my mom, alone. My dad Raymond Motz Sr passed away from lung cancer when I was a kid, my stepdad Joe Slowik died from drinking...

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