The Treasure She Has

I saw her dancing yesterday
At the street where she end and start a day
Smile on her face create a beautiful figure
So ironic with those tumbled clothes she'd found a treasure

People ignore her and just pass by
She doesn't care, she still has her self to fly
With joy and happiness she makes me amazed
Like a queen, she had built her own palace

She's not put her world in a luxurious frame
She's not dream her self in hall of fame
She's only live for what she has
If she just can survive is a bless

I asked my self...

Today I can ride a fancy car
Today I know my life is without scar
But can I still smiling and dancing like her?
If someday my life broke and I'm going under?