Answer:
I'm the source of all emotion, but I'm caged in a white prison.
Fatherless and motherless. Born without sin, roared when it came into the world. And never spoke again.
What is put on a table, cut, but never eaten?
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust.
Who is that with a neck and no head, two arms and no hands? What is it?
Nothing specific, but more than a few. This many clustered, together will do.