The Dead Are Still Alive

You corpse sleeps six feet under ground buried in that coffin at the cemetery.
You lie there in your grave rotting away with hundreds of others buried beside you.
At night when the gates are closed and locked the souls of the dead come out to play.
Some are sad, others are happy. Some are evil, and others are good. But fear builds up inside of me,
I am scared for you because at night you're there all alone, no one you know lies in that cemetery with you.
I would come visit you but those poor souls will follow me home, hoping I can help them.
I have not an answer for them, at least not the one they're searching for.