In the quiet depths of a parent’s heart,
Lies a sorrow that tears apart,
A child born with a devil-like form,
A challenge that feels like a storm.

Immense sadness grips your soul,
As you navigate a path unknown and whole,
Feeling abandoned by the hands above,
Struggling to find solace, searching for love.

In the eyes of your child, a world of pain,
A journey that seems hard to explain,
Born with a deformity that sets them apart,
Yet, they hold a place deep in your heart.

Each day, you pray for strength anew,
To help them thrive, to guide them through,
A journey where hope and despair entwine,
As you strive to make their world shine.

Questions echo in the depths of your plea,
Why this burden? Why can’t it be free?
Yet, in the silence of each prayer you send,
A quiet resilience begins to ascend.

Your love, a beacon in the darkest night,
Guiding your child with unwavering might,
Though the road ahead may seem long,
Your faith in their strength remains strong.

In the face of adversity, you stand tall,
Embracing a fate that has befall,
Your child, a gift, unique and rare,
A bond that no deformity can impair.

As you navigate this journey unknown,
Remember, in your love, they have grown,
Every prayer, a whisper of hope and care,
Guiding them through a world so rare.

So, hold on to that strength you seek,
For in your love, your child’s spirit peaks,
Born with a devil-like form, but pure within,
Together, through love, you both will win.