In a little music studio on the New South Wales South Coast, young men enrolled in a residential rehabilitation drug program are writing a new song.
The participants start with the chorus: "Hard to breathe, buried below the surface, in a place of unease, lost on my knees".
Then the rap comes in: "I've been broken, I've been torn, yeah I fought a lot of wars, ripped and deceived, but I am still standing tall".
