Lyric

A poor boy sold candy door-to-door

He earned a few coins — and nothing more

He was hungry. He knocked on one more door

Afraid to ask, afraid to say his need

A young woman opened. He asked for water, nothing more

She brought him a glass of milk instead. A quiet deed

"How much do I owe you?" — "Nothing," she said with a smile

"My mother told me: never take pay for a kindness."

He drank it slowly. He felt strong for a while

He walked away taller, out of the silence

She gave him a glass of milk

He gave her a silent vow

Words are power. Words are light —

And kindness keeps its promise, somehow

Years went by. The woman fell ill one day

The doctors wondered — send her to the city, to the best

A famous doctor came. He stopped. He could not look away

He knew that face. He gave the case his all, no rest

The operation ended. She woke, alive, but worried inside:

The bill would take her house, her all, her everything

An envelope waited. She opened it and cried

"Paid in full — with one glass of milk." — Dr. King

She gave him a glass of milk

He gave her back her morning sky

Words are power. Words are light —

What you send out right away comes home, by and by

One glass. One door. One quiet deed

That was all the world would ever need