Hana

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.