In the quiet of night, in the depths of my soul,
I cradle my child, whose face takes its toll,
Resembling a devil, a visage so stark,
Bringing immense sorrow, a pain in my heart.

Daily, I pray with tears in my eyes,
For my child’s relief from these silent cries,
Believing God’s turned away, left us alone,
In this trial, this burden we’ve known.

Their face, a reflection of the unknown,
A gentle soul in a form that’s been shown,
To look like a devil, a burden to bear,
A weight on my heart, a cross I must wear.

I hold them close, my precious child,
In their eyes, innocence runs wild,
Though others may judge, may cast their stone,
In my love, my child finds their own.

I pray for solace, for a sign from above,
To ease this burden, this test of love,
Feeling abandoned, forsaken by fate,
In this hardship, we both wait.

In the face of my child, unique and rare,
I see a spirit that’s beyond compare,
In their smile, in their innocent gaze,
I find solace, in these trying days.

Though the world may not understand,
In my child’s touch, I feel God’s hand,
In their presence, a love so pure,
A bond that shall endure.

I feel immense sorrow, it’s true,
But in my child, a light shines through,
Believing that God has not forsaken,
In their eyes, a love unshaken.