Sarah Jane Road
The fog was thick upon the marsh
The night was heavy with despair
She wrapped up the small bundle
And walked out into the wooded air
The legends are many as to why
And speculations run wild and free
As to what happened that fateful night
Sarah Jane hung her self from a tree
She placed the baby under a bridge
In hope to find it safe and sound
But when she returned in a little while
Her precious baby could not be found
Her cries of anguish filled Grigsby Bluff
With a force like the Neches River flowed
They say her ghost still haunts that land
In the darkness of Sarah Jane Road
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Author:
MDStone (
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