Sierra Leone (I) - Chance in a Million

I found an object deep below the ground
Chance in a million under rubbish town
Where little barefoot children scratch around
Fishing for treasure in the broken glass

Dug around for years
In darkness and in sweat
Finding nothing yet until today, until today
Billion years of waiting
For me to come along
Bigger than my hand, how can this be?
Now I'm free
But I won't sell this diamond
I won't sell this diamond