In the depths of my soul, a sorrow profound,
As my child’s face bears a unique bound,
Severely deformed, a sight to behold,
In the silence of night, my heart’s story told.

Overwhelming sadness grips my core,
As I watch my child, whom I adore,
Their suffering etched in every line,
In my prayers, in my hopes, in my design.

Daily, I kneel with a heavy heart,
Praying for relief, a brand-new start,
For my child to find peace in their pain,
To emerge from this storm, like a rain.

I gaze upon their face, so tender, so dear,
Marked by a fate that’s crystal clear,
A burden they carry with grace untold,
In my prayers, in my whispers, in my hold.

The weight of their suffering, a heavy load,
In my heart, a river of tears flowed,
I pray for solace, for a light to shine,
For my child’s face to bear a new design.

In the shadows of despair, I find my plea,
For a miracle to set my child free,
From the chains of anguish, from the depths of woe,
To find relief, in their face’s new glow.

Each day, a prayer rises from my chest,
A plea for comfort, for a moment of rest,
For my child to know love in its purest form,
To weather this storm, to find calm.

In the midst of this overwhelming plight,
I hold onto hope, like a beacon bright,
Praying for a day when their suffering will cease,
And my child finds in their heart, a place of peace.

To you, my child, my love unfurled,
May you find solace in this world,
In my prayers, in my love so true,
I hope for relief to come to you.

In the silence of night, in the break of day,
I pray for a miracle to light your way,
To lift this burden, to heal your soul,
And bring you peace that makes you whole.