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. What am I?
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go thought follows close behind.
I'm the source of all emotion but I'm caged in a white prison.
I can be repeated but rarely in the same way. I can't be changed but can be rewritten. I can be passed down, but should not be forgotten. What am I?
I have hands but cannot clap. What am I?
Nothing specific, but more than a few. This many clustered, together will do.