Challenges We Face Poem by Gold Trybes

Waking up every morning
Thinking everything would be okay
We sing, We clap, We pray
Still, battles are undaunted

We fight some, We lose some
In those battles, we are broken
Fragmented in many pieces
And life looks so miserable

Turning on the world for help
Seeking for unknown answers
You realize that those you trust
All have their backs on you

When they needed shelter
You harbored them
When they were hungry
You fed them from your pot

When they were cold without cover
You gave them your last pair
When they cried and were in pain
You gave them hope and love

Now in the middle of nowhere
You realize that down the road
God is the only one to call on
In life's prevailing battles