After there's been crying

Till the day that I die I will be born
You can’t have a rose without pricking on thorns
Most things are better after there’s been crying
Like a kid cold from snow, now warm from the drying
Pour the water over my head and see the doves flying
I’m singing and I’m staying
There are roads for someone else to run
Not my turn anymore and I hope that I’m done
I’ll sing and hold hands
You’ll be mine every time you come through that door
And I’ll be yours, yes I’m yours
until there’s no more.