In the depths of my child’s sorrow, a silent echo lingers,
His face deformed, a burden that quietly triggers,
Feeling abandoned by God, a weight hard to bear,
I turn to prayer each day, seeking solace with a prayerful stare.

With each sunrise, with each sunset’s gentle hue,
I offer up my pleas, my tears damp with dew,
For my child, his face marked by a silent storm,
Praying for God’s guidance to transform.

In the shadows of his struggle, a story untold,
His deformed face, a challenge to behold,
Yet in his spirit, a resilience shines bright,
A determination to rise, to conquer the night.

I pray for God’s help in leading him to a life anew,
A life free from suffering, where joy rings true,
To lift the veil of sorrow, to mend what’s torn,
And pave a path where happiness is reborn.

In the stillness of dawn, in the quiet of night,
I seek solace in faith, in a flickering light,
Hoping for a divine intervention, for grace to descend,
To show my child that love will eternally transcend.

Beside him, I stand, a pillar of strength and love,
Embracing him tenderly, seeking solace from above,
For in his struggle, I see a beauty rare,
A spirit resilient, a soul that dares.

So I pray with every beat of my heart,
For my child to find peace, to make a fresh start,
To know that in his deformed face lies a story of grace,
A journey of courage, of hope, in life’s embrace.