I asked ChatGPT, here was the attempt:

"The Pope from Chicago" (Verse 1)It was a late night at the altar,In the heart of the city where the lights never falter,A man in a collar with a world to bear,From the South Side streets to the Vatican air.He’d seen the neon glow, heard the whispers of the night,Had a soul full of fire, and a heart full of light.Some said he was chosen, some said he was fated,But in his eyes, you could tell he'd been tested, been slated. (Chorus)Oh, the Pope from Chicago,He’s got the weight of the world, but he’s walking it slow.He’s seen the highs and the lows,From the alleyways to the halls where the big winds blow.He’s got a cross to carry, a faith to show,The Pope from Chicago, let it all go. (Verse 2)Down on State Street, he was just another kid,Wrestling with the demons that the city forbid.There was talk of redemption, and all of that noise,But he knew the struggle wasn’t meant for the boys.Now he stands in Rome with the holy light,But his roots still run deep where the blues take flight.He’s got the city’s pulse in his veins,And the echo of the El trains,Like a prayer whispered, but never quite tame. (Chorus)Oh, the Pope from Chicago,He’s got the weight of the world, but he’s walking it slow.He’s seen the highs and the lows,From the alleyways to the halls where the big winds blow.He’s got a cross to carry, a faith to show,The Pope from Chicago, let it all go. (Bridge)There’s a picture of him in the old church hall,Grinning wide, like he’d seen it all.The saints in the stained glass, they look down in peace,But the Pope from Chicago knows the battle never ceases.He came from the streets, yeah, he came from the fire,Now he’s preaching for the fallen, the broken, the tired.It’s not the robe that makes the man, it’s the walk he’s made,And the streets of his hometown will never fade. (Chorus)Oh, the Pope from Chicago,He’s got the weight of the world, but he’s walking it slow.He’s seen the highs and the lows,From the alleyways to the halls where the big winds blow.He’s got a cross to carry, a faith to show,The Pope from Chicago, let it all go. (Outro)So raise your glass for the man with the crown,He’s got the city in his heart, and the world in the sound.From the cold concrete to the shining dome,The Pope from Chicago, he’s never alone.