"Eager for the sky" - The Adventures Of Werner Holt

They signed up for the thunder, For the searchlights in the night— Young hearts eager for a purpose, For a chance to stand and fight. Holt felt the rising pride in him, A glow he couldn’t hide— The class a band of brothers With the world all open wide. But Peter Wiese lingered, A quiet soul apart— His mind on bow and symphony, Not war’s mechanical heart. ⸻ Eager for the Sky Eager for the fight! They were reaching for the heavens, For honor they believed— Still blind to what awaited, And to the truth they’d yet perceive. ⸻ [calm] Holt’s certainty was shaken When captives passed him by— Not monsters as imagined, Just starving men to die. Bruised and barely standing, Crushed by a ruthless hand— A sight that broke the story He thought he’d understand. ⸻ [calm] [heartful] Against the strictest orders, He shared what food he found— A gesture small and quiet In a world that spun unbound. A naïve spark of goodness He guarded like a line— Not knowing war would soon reveal A darker, harsher sign. ⸻ Final Chorus — Eager for the Sky! Eager for the fight! They ran toward the fire, Too young, too blind to see— And Holt’s small act of mercy Couldn’t change what war would be.