Towards My Rosie Lee (Part 2).

She'll start again a glowing flame
Deep in thought of a past to blame
And, off she went somewhere new
By the grace of God, she'll find you
Though she helps helpfully
A glamorous face of beauty
Smooth as silk and hearty
For my sleepy Rosi Lee.
She'll weave some spells on his soul
She'll start to win, and soon find goals
And in despair falling down she'd cry
When a sergeant had wondered why?
Though she walked gracefully 
There was a hope she'd find
Men of heart, a man of mind 
For my aching Rosie Lee.
And, castles sleep alone until it wakes
Jostling each other and make mistakes
The moat had dried to reveal skeletons
Thousands of men cherished battalions
Though she fought heartily
Her life was broke wearily
Then one day she'd play
A heart on my Rosie Lee.
She started writing upon her crying heart
He married her the very next day to depart
And, with relief, she sighed without a breath
If then a suicide he was on his way to death
Though she was intensely 
Perspiration's of a thought
Someone else she brought
Hiding in my Rosie Lee.
With dewdrops falling upon a broken smile
Her vitality inclined to walk a thousand miles
Rivers ran rough when she tried to swim over
Going under up she popped a four-leaf-clover
Though in there and swimmingly
She held her breath tirelessly
In a danger, she had to see
A mere miss my Rosie Lee 
A carriage cart and horse were made to pull 
Up over green lands where the roses are full
Then they had children pick them, everyone
And, Niles edge she watched the river run on
Though she was humbly 
A love straight into see
And, therein being lonely
Lost in my dear Rosie Lee.
And in her butterfly, she knew to fly away
She landed in Cairo towards the heat of day
Drinking water, making love to an Egyptian man
But, his damning evidence had said she can
Though in deep Sahara sandy
The men appeared to be handy 
And, when it turned 100 degree
Fainted my poor Rosie Lee.
Shades of grey had melted and now outweighed
When Napoleon taught her how the army played
Deep in love, she fell for a thousand soldier men
Times were tough because only, where and when
Though she'd wore armoury
She failed the fact of misery
In a world so full of confusion
My unhappy Rosie Lee. 
Now bound in ropes of hurt life began to falter
Change of depth, truth and the hope she alters
When necessity called by it was charmed by fear 
A lovingness to find who she can always be near
Though times of probability
With a chance of adversity
In her silly state of madness
Of my crazy Rosie Lee.
All her gambling sinners had lost another one
Her last chances after what she said and done 
Until she met that man from way down in Japan
In her eyes, there could she see a one-man band
Though he thought roughly
Of a woman regardlessly
His hope of this girl wished
For my praying Rosie Lee.