In the shadows of despair, I stand,
Heart heavy, soul seeking a gentle hand,
My child born with a face so deformed,
In the silence of the night, my heart stormed.

Feeling abandoned by the divine above,
I pray for solace, for signs of love,
For a miracle to relieve this suffering so deep,
In my prayers, in my tears, the pain seeps.

I gaze upon my child, so innocent, so pure,
Their face marred by a fate unsure,
A burden heavy, a cross to bear,
In my anguish, I offer up a silent prayer.

Each day dawns with a whisper of hope,
A yearning for a way to cope,
I pray for a miracle, a divine grace,
To bring a smile upon my child’s face.

In the echoing chambers of my heart,
I plead for a healing touch to impart,
For the weight of this burden to be released,
For my child to find in their soul, a feast.

Feeling lost in a world so unkind,
I seek a miracle, a light to find,
To lift this veil of darkness and despair,
And grant my child a life fair.

In the depths of my prayers, I find release,
A fragile hope that offers peace,
For a miracle to come, to heal and mend,
And this journey of suffering to transcend.

To you, my child, so pure and true,
I offer my love, a bond so strong and true,
In my prayers, in my heart’s plea,
I hope for a miracle to set you free.

May the heavens hear my earnest cry,
And in their mercy, let a miracle fly,
To relieve your suffering, to ease your pain,
And bring light to this darkness, like gentle rain.