I Hope You Do Not Recognize Me Twenty Years From Now

I Hope You Do Not Recognize Me Twenty Years From Now
 I Hope My Hands Are Deeply Ruined By The Rows I Helped To Sow.
 I Hope That I Am So New, You Will Not Know Who Me Nor I Know You
 I Hope My Bodies Weary, From Pain Communal Carried
 I Hope This Soul Will Wear The Sorrows Of Others Who Could Not Speak
 I Hope You Do Not Recognize Me, Nor The Words I Weave Nor Songs I Sing.