Sixpence for Sacrifice

"Sing a song of sixpence a pocket full of rye..." ~ Nursery Rhyme

sing a song of salvation, an ode to the rightful guide,
six and twenty years it took the meadowlark to confide.
a tale of discovery to impart the understanding,
has the indigent state been so long in commanding?
in my land, sorrow rains down as thick as honey,
while wishes stream upward, imploring for days sunny,
but shadows cast against the light in the stance of foes,
the meadowlark bills sixpence a sacrifice, dues for the repose.