In the depths of my despair, a parent’s anguish blooms,
For a child marked by a face that invites gloom,
Heart heavy with sorrow, eyes filled with tears,
As I beseech the divine, dispel my fears.

Each day, as the sun rises and sets in the sky,
I pray for my child with a heavy sigh,
Their face resembling a devil, a burden to bear,
Forsaken by God, in a world unfair.

I beseech the heavens for strength and grace,
For my beloved one to find their place,
To endure the judgment of eyes unkind,
To rise above the prejudice, in their mind.

In the shadows of stigma, I see them stand,
A soul tarnished by a heavy brand,
Forsaken by the divine, yet resilient and bold,
Their spirit unbroken, their story untold.

I pray for their resilience to bloom and grow,
For their spirit to withstand the harsh blow,
May they find solace in the midst of their pain,
And rise above the judgment, like a gentle rain.

I yearn for their burden to lighten with time,
For their spirit to shine, for their soul to climb,
In my prayers, I offer love and hope unbound,
For my child, in whom strength is found.

Though God’s plan may seem dark and unclear,
I pray for their path to become clear,
To find the resilience to face each day anew,
And in the face of adversity, their courage renew.

In the tapestry of life, amidst suffering’s sting,
I pray for my child, for the strength they bring,
To endure the trials, to rise above,
With resilience, courage, and unwavering love.

In the face of judgment, in the depths of despair,
I pray for my child to know that I care,
To find the strength within, their spirit to mend,
And in the face of hardship, to fiercely defend.