In the depths of my soul, a sorrow profound,
As I cradle my child, with a face unique and bound,
Born with a deformity, a path unclear,
I grapple with emotions, heavy and sheer.

Heartbroken and disappointed, doubts creep in,
Feeling abandoned by God in a world of sin,
Has He forsaken my child, left them to bear,
A burden so heavy, a cross so unfair?

Daily, my prayers ascend, like whispers in the wind,
Beseeching for relief, for hope to rescind,
The suffering my child endures each day,
To pave the path for joy, to light the way.

In the silence of my prayers, in the depths of my plea,
I seek solace, I seek comfort, for my child to be free,
From the chains of anguish, from the weight of despair,
To find peace, to find solace, in a world that’s fair.

Through the veil of tears, I find strength to believe,
In God’s unseen plan, in the grace I receive,
For my child, with a face that stands apart,
Deserves love, deserves joy, a place in every heart.

So I pray with fervor, with a soul that yearns,
For God’s mercy to touch, for my child to discern,
That they are not forsaken, never alone,
In God’s embrace, in His love, their spirit shone.

In the shadows of heartbreak, in the depths of despair,
I hold onto hope, in a silent prayer,
For my child, with a facial deformity to bear,
Deserves happiness, love, and care.