Quid Pro Quo

Will you ever reach the summit Where all you see is stretched below When after all you’ve faced Has become a flickering glow After all the difficult tries And the shallow echoes The dilemmas and the fears From the things you didn’t know When it all falls down Like a whiteout blizzards snow When there’s no turns left Where you didn’t already go You thought the end was near After the hurricane’s blow But your angel didn’t come With a clear path shown When you didn’t stay in hell But were there to say hello And you bartered with satan Another quid pro quo You tried to run fast But could only move slow What is there that’s left? More dues that you owe For the life you’ve lived And the oats that you sowed It's the levy that you pay For the quid pro quo