My vault’s shut tight while others walk by The steel gleams in the sun, yet nobody sees its shine Guards stand at the door, rifles in hand ready for anything Their fingers twitch as someone approaches, desperate for connection, but ready for action ‘There must be a way,’ they whisper as they watch intently Within, if you listen carefully, you can hear screams of agony saying, ‘Just let them in!’ banging through the thick rusted metal ‘We can’t!’ the guards respond, wearily bound to their duties ‘Should we?’