Tefilla for teens in crisis – need your ideas to improve it

I wrote a “Tefilla” for teens at risk. Please kindly write your ideas to improve it – I think it needs more “reality check” from people who have been through this terrible suffering (parents or children). To me, I can only imagine, but I have no 1st hand experience. Thank you very much.

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TEFILLA FOR TEENS IN CRISIS

May it be Your will, our beloved Father in Heaven,

To bring the terrifying plight of teens in crisis before Your Throne of Glory most favorably,

And remember them for salvation and mercy from the eternal high Heavens.

Feeling like such outcasts, no place in this world to belong to; prostrated to the dust is their soul, stuck to the earth is their body.

Father Dear, why do You conceal Yourself? Forsake not Your afflicted young children – deep down their eyes are turned expectedly up to You,

Waiting for You to lovingly create a path for them back from the edge of the steepest cliff, for besides You we have no redeemer or savior.

Arise- assist them. Please rescue them and return them to Your holy embrace for the sake of Your kindness.

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Master of the World, please remember how these precious children once had such cherubic faces.

How they were so recently contented with even the simplest pleasures of life.

Dear Father, we are tortured by the images of the same tender, sweet children,

Now tormented, living in the street and the worst conditions of an earthly Gehenom.

Inside themselves, they are terrified of the horrible things their torn souls and unwholesome company tell them to try.

Only You can feel their desperation, inwardly crying for their parents protective arms,

While outwardly walking to the drum of a cold perverted society that snatches pure holy souls into damnation.

For Your sake, do and not for ours; see our standing before You like paupers and empty-handed,

As we attempt to cry out to You over the anguished state of our young brothers and sisters.

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My soul is utterly confounded, I am worn out by my sighing, unable to attain rest for my weariness,

Because I watch my young brothers and sisters lost on a ship in stormy high seas, gripped in a death vise by raging waves,

While I remain on shore powerless to rescue them.

But as for You, merciful Hashem, there are no limits to Your ability to save Your beloved children, in a split second.

Father Dear, return now, look down from Heaven and see, and be mindful of Your sons and daughters,

Forsaken to hopelessness and endless darkness day after day; even Shabbos and Yom Tov bring little respite,

As these special days only remind them how all their early happy times of their childhood were turned upside down on them.

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When I hear the sweet voices of beautiful children singing

How can it be that these same children would end up on the street.

Father Dear look how frightened your children are not knowing where the morrow will take them.

So unlike their counterparts, who get their 3 square meals, Daven, learn and go to sleep,

While they know not what, if any, food they will eat, where they will sleep.

Did You not give them the same genes and potentials as all other children?

Oh where has it gone and where will it go?

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You, Your Torah and the wholesome spiritual life stemming from its fulfillment.

Please, for the sake of the Avos and Imahos HaKedoshim who are in so much anguish over their lost children,

Give these holy Neshamos Your full attention to cure them of their emotional and spiritual agony.

Father Dear, give them an avenue, their own unique way in holiness- so that they can strive for greatness,

Channeling their virtues and strengths to become close to You.

Let Your strong hand protect Your children from all harm and bring them happiness in a most wholesome manner.

O Hashem return them, illuminate Your face so that they may be saved.