Deeply they probe inside my mind,
What will they hear ? What will they find ?
All these secrets locked in my head,
Never can be told, kept 'til I'm dead.

Screaming aloud as they torture me.
Eyes taped open, forced to see.
Relentlessly pursuing, they never tire.
Splinters under my nails, body on fire.

The secrets must stay locked up tight.
The cost is to high, if I lose the fight.
I mustn't crack, I can't crumble and cry,
For if I do, the platoon will die.

My body must endure this searing pain,
As they beat me with truncheons, again and again.
Relief as finally, up to me death does ride,
I die with a smile, secrets still kept inside.