In the stillness of night, in the hush of dawn,
A child was born with a face withdrawn,
Resembling a devil, a sight so stark,
Causing deep sorrow, a pain in the heart.

I gaze upon my child with tears in my eyes,
Praying for relief from these silent cries,
A burden heavy, a soul in despair,
Seeking solace in the depths of my prayer.

His face, a reflection of the unknown,
A visage that chills to the bone,
Yet within his eyes, a spirit pure,
A heart untouched, gentle and sure.

Each day I kneel, with a heavy heart,
Begging for mercy, for a brand-new start,
Hoping for a miracle to wash away,
The sorrow that haunts me, day by day.

I cradle him close, despite the fear,
Whispering words of love in his ear,
For in his gaze, I see a light,
A precious soul, pure and bright.

The world may judge, may cast its stone,
But in my arms, he’s not alone,
My child with the face that stirs such dread,
In my love, he finds his stead.

I pray for strength to face the day,
To chase the darkness, to find a way,
To embrace his uniqueness, his special grace,
To see beyond his different face.

In the depths of my sorrow, a flicker of hope,
A love so deep, a bond that helps me cope,
For in his smile, in his innocent eyes,
I find solace, where my heart lies.

My child, born with a face so rare,
A devil’s visage, yet a heart so fair,
In my prayers, in my love’s embrace,
I find relief, in his unique grace.