Wings

For a birdie, to fly high,
Wings act as tools.
And for a human,
To reach wuthering heights,
Soul plays the role of wings.

Whenever a dilemma strikes,
Whenever the path is vague,
Just peek into the soul;
There lie brilliant answers,
For your fogged brain.

And once the soul speaks,
Confusion turns into clarity,
Chaos turns into confidence.
You can fly high,
With the fully charged wings.

Let your wings tell 
The tales of your triumphs!