Elevator of life

Down, then up I go
Hands full in
The great elevator.
I've painted many
Colours on the
Canvas of life,
But tears flow down
My heart cut with a knife.
The bottle is empty
And now it has broken
And to the truth of loving
I have awoken.
The men trample on
Their women in need,
When all they do is
The children feed.
I balance these wonders,
Heal the bruises in my heart
As this elevator of life
Goes up and down.