Answer:
To cross the water I'm the way, for water I'm above. I touch it not and, truth to say, I neither swim nor move.
Take one out and scratch my head, I am now black but once was red.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.
I'm the source of all emotion, but I'm caged in a white prison.
I don't have eyes, but once I did see. Once I had thoughts, but now I'm white and empty.