Hana

Hana

Hana

Hana steps out of a storm
Into a stranger's warm but hard-up kitchen
She sees what must be done, she takes off her coat
Rolls up her sleeves and starts pitching 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

Hana

Hana says when life's a drag, don't cave in
Don't wave a white flag, raise up a white banner
In this manner, straighten your back
Dig in your heels 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 you
You've got to be braver than that
You tackle the beast alone with all its tenacious teeth"

Light the lamp

Hana

Hana

Hana

Hana