There is always fighting
There is always screaming
There is always crying
There is always laughing
There is always a mismatched sock
There is always a place for someone
There is not always a place for something...
There is always a loving mother
There is always a sensitive father
There is always a sister to confide in
There is always a brother to keep the show going
There is always a light to hug the dark
There is always noise to swallow the silence
There is always a note to be played
There is always a page to be colored
There is always a cup to be filled
There is always a door open to anyone
There is always all these things at my house