Pushing you in dreams. pause
Rewrite: 

Our hands achieve nothing 

My hate red in them

Ending:

Trust has not been earned 

How bleak the bubbles hang

Ethereal in the river

Unborn children hear
Stars faintly whistle

Ancient 

Newborn
Draft

My hands tied in a bow

On my back a tiny casket 

Moments before unfolds 

Error 

New ending

This is the way

Something had to change

Of you I knew so little 

For there was little to know

Did you see the fright

Eating away the pieces 
At the end of the rope 

This last scene kept untold

However , now you know