In the stillness of each day, my prayers take flight,
For my child, with a face that bears a different light,
Deformed, yet beautiful in their unique grace,
I pray for relief from suffering, for a peaceful space.

Every morning, as the sun begins to rise,
I send my hopes and dreams to the skies,
For my child to find solace, to find peace,
And for their struggles to one day cease.

In their eyes, I see a world of pain,
Yet also a strength that does not wane,
I pray for them to know joy, to feel love,
Guiding them gently from the heavens above.

Through the challenges they face each day,
I pray for strength to come their way,
For a life that’s filled with goodness and light,
Where their spirit can soar, taking flight.

In my heart, there’s a deep well of care,
For my child with a face that’s rare,
I pray for them to know happiness, to find their place,
To live a life full of love and grace.

May each prayer whispered in the quiet of night,
Bring comfort, bring hope, bring a guiding light,
For my child with a deformed face, I pray,
For relief from suffering, for a good life each day.