text: Hana steps out of a storm
  Into a strangers 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 doesnt argue or flatter
  She doesnt fight the slights
  She takes it on the chin
  Like a champ
  Hana says when lifes a drag
  Dont cave in
  Dont 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, Dont get me wrong
  This is no simple Sunday song
  Where God or Jesus comes along
  And they save ya.
  Youve got to be braver than that
  You tackle the beast alone
  With all its tenacious teeth!
  Light the lamp