Moondust

There he goes to war, 

A solider of blue and black.

He talks of pride of the badges

his school bag is decorated with.

His family moving to their old land, 

while he is being left behind.

He tried to go many times before,

even at training.

Although his hands are bigger than mine,

they're cold but oddly warm.

We've talk about the stars

And the moon.

Im trying to understand,

I can't overstep my bounderies.

I being pushed to bury my love

In the Moondust.