A Friend Forgotten

The winds blow soft from the East, But the storm welters by. In the day of disaster and fear, It was all you and I. In the hour of your pride You have cast me aside. The bland winds blown from the East Tornadoes pursue. In the hour of disaster and fear More than brother were you. In the hour of delight I am cast from your sight. The winds come fair from the East On the hills overhead There is never a blade that is green, Not a leaf but is dead. My worth you forget, But my faults linger yet.