In the stillness of dawn, my prayers take flight,
For my child, a soul enshrouded in night,
Bearing a burden of suffering severe,
A facial deformity, a mark they wear.

Each day, with a heavy heart, I implore,
For my child’s pain to lessen, to restore,
To find relief from this weight they bear,
To know healing’s touch, to feel repair.

Deep sorrow grips me in the quiet of prayer,
For my child’s journey, fraught with care,
As they navigate a world unkind,
With a face marked by fate, a challenge defined.

I ask for all to join in this plea,
To lift their voices, to bend a knee,
In unity, in hope, in shared belief,
For my child’s solace, for their relief.

Together, let us weave a tapestry of light,
To guide my child through the darkest night,
Let our prayers be a beacon, a source of grace,
To aid them in their healing, in this sacred space.

In the echoes of silence, in the depths of need,
I seek solace in each whispered creed,
For my child, for their journey ahead,
For their path to be gentle, their spirits fed.

May our collective prayers be a balm,
For my child’s heart, for their calm,
In this communion of souls, in this sacred art,
May healing find its way to their wounded heart.