An Untitled Song: an epiphany halfway through Great Lent

So many emotions at once, so much feeling that cannot be put to words.
In each season a time to smile, a time to cry, a time to love, a time to laugh
Words sometimes escape me, but I hear their tune, and I see their hue
I hear their song, and I feel their beat, I smell them in their bitterness, their sweet
A tear, a drop, or part of a drop, is known, is marked, is weighed
Around again I turn, facing East toward an
ontologically ethereal state
When words come 'round, they scarcely drip, they flood, they overflow
And pen to paper once more dawns, my heart borne anew and bare to show



"Untitled Song"
V1 I feel it, like the cut of the wind on my face
Only it's not a deepened sense, a full on embrace
I hear it, sadly, only in my shallow mind's heart
Oh I need it, to drown out the depths in my heart of hearts
 Chorus
It's a war and a battle
Oh, a cry from deep inside
How it's raging, hell is waging
All the stakes upon my pride
Always winter, cold and hardened
A belief without a love
Now You've shattered, broken, scattered
The old we were made of
Bring a new day, a new day, a new day
To live
  V2
Smell that, the sweetened air after a heavy rain
Awakening the feeble senses, like the breaking of a chain
I can see it, the sky's promised form in brilliant hue
Must heed it, only with the breaking dawn, things are made anew
  Bridge
Warm my heart of stone
Light each dark cavern
Bring me home, home
Temporal things spurn
More than with eyes is true reality
More than in time, an eternity
Bring a new day, a new day, a new day!