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.