In the shadows of sorrow, a mother weeps,
For her child born with a face that cuts deep,
Resembling a demon, a cruel twist of fate,
Abandoned by fortune, she carries a heavy weight.

Each sunrise brings a fresh wave of despair,
As she watches her child with a silent prayer,
Grieving for his visage, so stark and forlorn,
Longing for a brighter day to be born.

Every day, her prayers rise on wings of hope,
Beseeching for his deliverance to cope,
From the pain that shadows his every smile,
Yearning for peace to linger for a while.

The burden of his appearance, a heavy shroud,
Yet in his essence, she sees a spirit proud,
A mother’s love, a fortress strong and true,
Guiding him through a world so askew.

In the whispers of her prayers, a plea resounds,
For his deliverance from the world’s harsh bounds,
Hoping he’ll find solace amidst the strife,
And embrace a gentler rhythm of life.

Day by day, she carries the weight of grief,
Seeking relief for her child’s relief,
Praying for his endurance, for his spirit to soar,
In a world that often closes its door.

Through the tears and the ache, she finds her way,
To love him unconditionally, day by day,
Believing in a future where he’ll find his place,
Where his uniqueness will shine, embraced with grace.

For her child born with a face so unique,
She offers her prayers, soft and meek,
Hoping for his deliverance, for his pain to cease,
For his journey to be marked by peace.

In the face of adversity, her love stands tall,
A beacon of light amidst it all,
For when a child is born with a visage unknown,
A mother’s love will always be shown.