In the quiet hours of the night, a parent’s anguish blooms,
As I watch my child through suffering’s glooms,
With a face marked by scars of pain and woe,
It breaks my heart, tears like rivers flow.

Each dawn brings a new day, each dusk a sigh,
I pray for my child beneath the vast, dark sky,
Their face marred by suffering, etched with care,
In daily prayers, I offer up a silent, heartfelt prayer.

I beseech the universe for strength and grace,
For my beloved child to find their place,
In the journey towards healing, in the path they tread,
May they find solace, may their wounds be gently led.

In the shadows of affliction, I see them stand,
A soul marked by trials, a heart in demand,
Yet through the pain, a resilience shines bright,
A spirit unbroken, seeking the healing light.

I pray for their burdens to lighten with the sun,
For their spirit to rise, for their healing to begun,
In the solace of prayers, I find a sacred space,
For my child, in whom strength finds its grace.

Though suffering leaves its mark, deep and raw,
I pray for their healing, for a mended soul to thaw,
In the tapestry of their journey, through wounds and tears,
May strength and resilience guide their fears.

In the face of affliction, in the depths of despair,
I find solace in prayers, a whispered, hopeful prayer,
For my child with a face marred by pain and sorrow,
May healing and strength embrace them tomorrow.