In the depths of my sorrow, a parent’s pain unfurls,
For a child abandoned by fate, their visage in swirls,
Distorted like a fiend’s, marked by cruel design,
It breaks my heart, this visage malign.

Each day as the sun rises and sets in the sky,
I pray for my child with a heavy sigh,
Their face distorted, a burden to bear,
Forsaken by fate, in a world unfair.

I seek solace in prayer, a beacon of light,
Hoping to uplift my child from anguish’s blight,
To empower them with strength, resilience to find,
To persevere through trials of the mind.

In the shadows of fate’s cruel hand,
I see my child, in a world unmanned,
Their visage distorted, their spirit strong,
A journey of resilience, a battle lifelong.

I pray for their burdens to lessen each day,
For their spirit to rise, for their strength to stay,
In the solace of prayer, in the whispers of hope,
I find the courage to help them cope.

Though fate may seem unkind, their path unclear,
I pray for their journey to become clear,
To rise above anguish, to find their way,
Guided by resilience, come what may.

In the tapestry of their life, through struggles and pain,
I pray for my child to rise and reign,
To bear their distorted visage with grace,
To find strength in this challenging space.

In the face of despair, in the depths of the night,
I find solace in prayer, a comforting light,
For my child forsaken by fate’s cruel hand,
May resilience guide them through this land.