In the quiet hours of the night, I weep,
My child’s face, a secret I keep,
Severely deformed, a sight so stark,
In the shadows of sadness, I embark.

Overwhelmed with sorrow, my heart in chains,
Daily prayers, like whispered refrains,
Seeking relief for my child’s suffering deep,
In my solitude, these prayers I keep.

Feeling abandoned by the divine above,
Lost in a world devoid of love,
I cry out for mercy, for a sign,
For my child’s pain to slowly decline.

Their face, a map of struggles untold,
In my prayers, in my heart, a plea unfolds,
For healing, for comfort, for a gentle touch,
To lift this burden, to soothe it as such.

Each day dawns with a weight so heavy,
A mother’s love, unwavering and steady,
I pray for a miracle to come their way,
To brighten the shadows, to light their day.

In the silence of my prayers, a plea is sent,
For my child’s suffering to relent,
For their face to know a new dawn,
In the embrace of hope, a new morn.

Feeling the weight of this cross I bear,
In the depths of my despair,
I hold onto faith, though it may wane,
Hoping for a miracle through the pain.

To you, my child, my heart’s refrain,
May you find solace in the midst of pain,
In my prayers, in my love, in my plea,
I hope for relief to set you free.

In the darkness of despair, a flicker of light,
Guiding us through this endless night,
May you find peace, may you find grace,
In the warmth of love, in this sacred space.