A handrail, not a chain

Original Society song text. No melody or arrangement assigned.

When paths are wet and skies are dim, A steady rail may help us cross. Let hands find rest upon its rim; Let no one make release a loss.

The river asks no perfect name, The footing asks that we take care. We need not all arrive the same To offer one another air.

Hold what will help. Release the chain. Return when further help is due. The ground may ask us once again To learn the path by walking through.