Answer:
I'm a word that is not even strange. What am I?
What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?
I can wake you up in the morning but I require no electricity or winding. What am I?
I have six faces but not even one body connected 21 eyes in total but cannot see.
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
What sphinxes employ and players enjoy.