12-16-22-5

It grips your sword when the wicked come forth
And loosens the hold in the face of mercy
It shows you worlds that your hands cannot touch
And brings you to places only your heart can feel
It is laughter, it is hope, it is reason
It will expect you to tread in oceans of tears
Yet it will question, starve you, and break you down
Until you take that deep breath, and open your eyes once again
Own it, live it, set it free
It will become something you will hold infinitely
Understand it, challenge it, and believe
Give it it's rightful immortality