If i could feel a prick....

The beggar in rags calling out to all
Painting a dour portrait to those who see
Some feel pity and some snigger in disgust
I look intently, so I can really feel

I look at the sky and the melting clouds
As blue and wistful as her eyes
People in awe look onto her gliding
I look intently, for I wonder why

If only I could suffer the pain
If only I could feel the love
If only I would dream and devour
If only I could feel a prick

A child smiles and the lady croons
She looks to hold the hand stretched
Shedding a tear that reflects her smile
I look intently and decipher

The rain pelts down in a sudden rush
I hear people laughing, cursing and thanking
I stand beneath the pour and the push
I look intently at the drops that pat

If only I could suffer the pain
If only I could feel the love
If only I would dream and devour
If only I could feel a prick

I walk along the aisle, a step and two
I seem to have gone back for I see
The dance, the songs, the tears, the smile
The scream, the love, the hate

I felt a prick, I felt the prick
And it feels a little distant
Will I ever feel the pain another time?
Will I ever dance in the rain?