James Michael & Sounds - Life trump cards

I had a father and mother I had a home safe Why I became a mere *** I do not understand I had a house and a pretty wife, who loved me but the storms of life went to the house and dearest was the trump cards of life, once I got in my hand had all the gates open they are behind the shutter I went home to the world I left a happy life broad path for hikers twinkling lights, calling him went the money, and friends with I felt my conscience reproachful even if the sharpness of my sadness hid I did not get peace for myself I am the prodigal son Poor I search in vain comforter This bitter life has to go alone to the end Repentance does not work, it does not change anything My parents are in the grave My beloved is gone