General Washington I would ask, the Troops are all cold from the winter winds
The Troops population is spreading thin
They are dying and Thirsty
This battle could be very long
I wonder if the Troops even belong
Diseases and struggles are taking their toll
The ammunition just won’t be together whole
I beg to you General, this might be a battle we just can’t win
This could very well be the Troops end
I cry to you in despair
The Troops are in the woods in the middle of nowhere
Darkness comes, and the snow blinds like hard ice
My advice General Washington is to think twice
Death surrounds at a moment’s notice
Can you and will you?
This is not a wish
The winds are in control
We have no threshold to take hold
We can only wait until winter passes
Let us pray and fast
The time is now
The skies into Heaven know
The thought of war being weep and sew
So General Washington being the leader of the Troops
Your stance is the final coup