the spot where I stand
has a lot on its mind
the spot which I spot
has a shot in the game
the spot which I forgot
has not a great name
the spot where I died
has the rot to bear
the spot where I cried
has a snot on the ground
the spot where I lied
has a plot to write
the spot which I love
has a great view above
there are spots that have lots
there are spots that have none
I‘m almost done
the spot where I sing
has moved my heart
the spot which I left
has kept me apart
the spot which I treasure
has given me pleasure
the spot which I hold dear
has no room for fear
