I wrote this for an English project at the begining of the year and just found it again, so I figured this was the best place to post it.
"The Sacrifice Of A Lifetime"
To walk those streets, to see those people
the ones that smile at me.
They smile not because they know who I am,
but because I'm white, you see.
To Haiti I am rich
A teenaged, tall, white girl.
Seeing those small children starve
sends my head into a whirl.
Those little kids are helpless,
the parents just the same.
I want so much to give them food,
to tell of His grand name.
On my trip to Haiti, I learned so much.
Saw many a heart-breaking scene,
but my trip wouldn't have meant as much to me
if it weren't for Mrs. Eileen.
She spent her time and money
to show me life in their eyes,
She made a huge sacrifice,
and now I realize why.
