Hana steps out of a storm
Into a stranger's warm, but
Hard-up kitchen.

She sees what must be done
So she takes off her coat
Rolls up her sleeves

And starts pitchin' in.

Hana has a special knack

For getting people back on the right track
'Cause she knows
They all matter

So she doesn't argue or flatter
She doesn't fight the slights
She takes it on the chin

Like a champ

Hana says when life's a drag

Don't cave in
Don't put up a white flag
Raise up

A white banner
In this manner-
Straighten your back

Dig in your heals
And get a good grip on your grief!


Hana says, "Don't get me wrong
This is no simple Sunday song
Where God or Jesus comes along

And they save ya."
You've got to be braver than that
You tackle the beast alone

With all its tenacious teeth!
Light the lamp.