She takes it on the chin like a champ

For getting people back on the right track
Hana steps out of a storm

Hana, Hana

Into a stranger's warm, but hard-up kitchen
Hana has a special knack
Don't cave in, don't wave a white flag
'Cause she knows they all matter
Hana, Hana
She takes off her coat and rolls up her sleeves
She sees what must be done
Hana, Hana
Raise up a white banner
You tackle the beast alone with all its tenacious teeth
In this manner straighten your back, dig in your heels
You've got to be braver than that
Light the lamp
Where God or Jesus comes along and they save you
Hana says, when life's a drag

So she doesn't argue or flatter, she doesn't fight the slights
Get a good grip on your grief
And starts pitchin' in
Hana says don't get me wrong, this is no simple Sunday song