As they drove past her, she waved.
Poverty painted all over her,but with a smile so curved.

After them,she ran with the air.
And she did not care.

They stared, they saw the rags.
But she had so much soul, that they saw past the rags .

They could tell she had no descent meals.
But her mood did not tell how it feels.

She was beautiful!
With bare feet and torn pants she was beautiful.

Her innocence was cut out for such soul.
That their bleeding hearts looked up to extol.