I just read about the shootings in Chicago over the 4th of July weekend. I want to share something with you. This isn't a protest song. Or a political song. Or an anti- or pro- anything song. It's a song sung from the perspective of the bullet that killed a six-year old boy at his elementary school in Sandy Hook, CT one December morning. And it's the song I'm most grateful for having written. This is 'Bullet': BULLET they took me from the fire metal forged my skin for what darker of desires lay in the hearts of men then they put me in a box with others just like me high upon a shelf for all the world to see i could have landed in a twelve point under amber autumn sky or in the old fallen willow where paper targets die but i don’t make those kind of choices i have to go where i am sent i never know where i am going until i know where i went he took the box down in secret and left me in his room underneath a glowing screen where he drowned himself in doom until he had enough one day when he took me in his hand and put me in a darker place where i heard the hammer slam i could have flown over the ocean in an officer’s salute or taken down your killer before he had time to shoot but i don’t make those kind of choices i have to go where i am sent i never know where i am going until i know where i went i flew closer and closer i flew closer and closer i flew closer and closer and closer to you but i didn’t mean to hurt you i had to go where i was sent i didn’t know where i was going but now i know where i went