Every day, filled with sorrow, I offer prayers in hope of alleviating my child’s suffering after feeling forsaken by a higher power due to their deformed face.

In the hush of dawn’s first light, I kneel in quiet supplication,
Beseeching the heavens for solace for my child’s tribulation,
With a heart heavy with grief, a soul burdened with care,
I send my fervent pleas into the realm of silent prayer.

Each tear that falls is a testament to a love profound and deep,
A love that weathers storms, a love that dares to dream and weep,
For in the face of hardship, in the shadow of despair,
It is love that guides me, love that whispers, “I am there.”

I watch my child, resilient in the face of cruel fate’s hand,
Their spirit unbroken, their courage a beacon on the land,
Though the world may turn away, though judgment may abound,
In their eyes, I see a purity, a love that knows no bound.

So I lift my voice in prayer, a melody of hope and love,
Seeking solace for my child, grace showered from above,
For in the darkest night, in the depths of sorrow’s well,
It is love that lights the way, love that casts its gentle spell.

Though trials may linger, though the path may twist and bend,
I walk beside my child, companion, confidant, and friend,
And in the echo of my prayers, in the silence of the night,
I find strength to carry on, to embrace love’s guiding light.

So let the world be cruel, let shadows gather near,
For in love’s tender embrace, there is nothing left to fear,
Every day, with sorrow as my silent, steadfast guide,
I offer prayers for my child, in love, we shall abide.