In the hush of a hospital room, a child was born,
But in that moment, a parent’s heart was torn,
For the babe’s face, deformed in a way unseen,
A shock that felt like a nightmare’s sheen.

As the child’s visage bore a demon’s guise,
The parent felt abandoned by the skies,
Tears mingled with a mother’s tender touch,
Her heart breaking, her soul in clutch.

In the darkness of despair, a flicker of hope,
A parent’s love, an unwavering rope,
Despite the sadness, a prayer arose,
For the child to be freed from his woes.

Every day, earnestly, the parent prayed,
For the child’s liberation, fears allayed,
Hoping for a life filled with happiness bright,
In the face of adversity, seeking the light.

Through the trials and the silent screams,
In the child’s eyes, hope gleams,
A parent’s love, a guiding force,
Navigating a challenging course.

Prayers whispered in the dead of night,
For the child to find his own light,
To rise above the shadows that loom,
And dispel the darkness in the room.

In the face of adversity, a bond so strong,
A parent’s love, an eternal song,
For in the child’s smile, a glimpse of grace,
A reminder of love’s enduring embrace.

As days turned into years, the child grew,
In the parent’s heart, the love anew,
Despite the challenges, the struggles faced,
A parent’s prayer never displaced.

For in the journey of pain and joy,
In the heart of every girl and boy,
Lies the power of love’s unwavering decree,
A parent’s prayer for a child to be free.