Testo Little Prayer

You're a lost soul,
I know your kind.
For I have followed them,
But never quite found myself where,
You all go to lose yourselves.
Close my mouth not to ask for help,
But my mother knows my eyes too well.
You're a truth speaker,
With a heart of gold.
Please keep me close,
For I'd like to learn some.
With fools gold I try to hide my tongue,
But from you speaks the very sun,
And I pray that you will always hold on.