A lover spurned, A lover burned, Into a killer He has turned. Vengeance sweet, A one way street; Find the means, The ends will meet. Monday morn And mom’s forlorn, Her daughter’s gone, She’s on the horn. Calls the cops, The hammer drops, Says she thinks She’s left with pops. Abducted he, The daughter she Had born her ex, Then with her flee. While she reports, The ex transports Their daughter eight, To last resorts. Rents a plane, A Cessna plain; A lover spurned, He’s gone insane. In seat belt wrap, The child’s lap, The Cessna’s wings Begin to flap. Above he flies, The in-law eyes; Into their house He flies and dies. On the wings Of loving things, Despair with hope In chorus sings.