Finish this poem in 3 lines.
Input: Trouble, I made it double
Trouble, I made it double, now it's time to face it.
Gonna put on my game face, no retreat, no surrender.
I'll take on whatever comes, I'm ready to spring.
Mistakes, I have made aplenty
Pain, I have known in great plenty
Lost opportunities, I've seen
Yet still I rise, unafraid of this future.